Love of Death Pt2

I can see her.

Every time, as before, I saw her and did my job. catching every living creature she sent to me.

It was my unknowing task, I gladly did for her.

Life.

So precious, so beautiful, so  . . . grateful.

The world was quiet.

Voices, lingering, vibrating through space and time, gone.

I could sense the shift.

Something was happening.

Those who passed seemed anxious.

They claw at me - pushing me back violently, desperate to stay attached to her light.

It's harder to see her in their eyes, - blurry, faint.

The few seconds of life I glimpse now barely resemble what once was; emptiness replaces wonder.

She looks weak, starved, like she's drowning, swimming against currents to inhale before her last breath fills with water.

She needs me.

She...needs...me. More than ever, I feel it.

I can remain in eternity—I can exist here forever.

The souls that depart from her are — .

Why do they get to endless, why do they get to timeless, why do they get to stay — no, why do they get to be timeless?

But Life herself ... has an ending.

I refuse to let her die!

Her shimmering light that glows like stars, burning my every existence, a pain I happily embrace

her vibrant beauty among the dark —

her warmth as nothing I've ever felt before.

I will fight for her.

The last of life is fading; I must not let that happen.