I live a life riddled with fear
But the fear is not for me
I constently feel the demon and angel of death stalking me
His breath rolling down my flesh
Watch the white and black wings which will envelop your mind
Cloaths as black as night and as white as perfection
The sword withdrawls from it's sheith
A horrifying sound
A sword slices through the air
I dodghed so narrowly a line of blood appered on my face
A strand of hair fell to the ground
His sword peirces his own cloth
He tossed me a peircing star
His eyes though soft reached through my soul
I stared at death with a hushed aw
I remember pleading " I do no wish to die"
He pulled his sword from the ground and stared at me
"I dont wand to die, I dont want to face it alone"
His mouth curved into a smile of caring
"You have the courage to face it"
His voice of heaven called
"You wont have to face it alone for I am here"
I grasped his hand and then
I felt the blade of crystle ice peirce my heart
My body felt cold as I felt my blood surge