There she stood. At the end of the light, as darkness slowly crept in.
Looking deep into you, ready to take your heart and soul.
She held a rose, like a reaper his scythe.
Came to collect something I never meant to give.

I looked away to avoid her gaze.
It took all I had.
In the end I succumb, to the temptation, to the allure.
Enchanted.
Trapped.

In my hand the rose.
In hers, my heart, my soul.
An empty vessel left to guide life.
A barren desert to cross.
Alone.
Forsaken.

None to be rescued.
None to escape.
There she stood. At the end of the light, as darkness slowly crept in.