Life...formely known as hers
Ended unexpectantly two hundred and eighty eight days ago.
A tall, solitary figure stood in the dark, oblivious to the hell he was about to raise, yet prominent in her crystal ball.

She...was about to die.
She didnt know it.....she didnt even realise she was on her last legs.
She was blinded by love a thousand moons ago...shut down by her knight and his trespassing and craving for all things her.

Transgression disrupts her sense of reality as darkness brings her to his fold....
An inevitable discomfort that squeezes the toxic life out of her....

A confusion, so beautiful now reigns down in her world.....tiny beads of soul searching and self love gradually anoint her poisoned skin, alerting her to life.

She is not intelligent, no.
Her strength is that she feels....she felt him touch, so effortlessly yet carefully, to reignite the soul that was decrepid and withered.

And please....don't misunderstand her.
She seeks not to hinder him.
The contrary is true.

For his gifts of wisdom, integrity and hope...

She just wants to say...

**thank you**