Shadows on Water

You knew this day would come. This is what you planned to say, but now the day is here, your words falter;

"No, I,....no, be gone. Leave me. Leave me..."

This is not a mistake, you tell yourself, but even as you do, Fang is drawing the dagger from its sheath. You look into his eyes as he advances. There is pain there, utter resolve, but great pain. More than pain, he is grieving.

Blinding light, and then the rush of darkness. Thunder in the head. Great pain. A bloody dagger lies in the mud by the doorstep.

The spirit dies with this body. This is not a mistake. This is the end.

But this is not the end.

This is not a mistake.

Between light and darkness, these words come to these lips;

"Leave me."