Night of Ending

A sparkle in the sky,
the whisper of the leaves;
the quiet, whispered voices
of the ever-present trees.

The world is cloaked in shadows
for the long, forboding night.
The pitch-black raven spreads her wings
and soars once more in flight.

A night foretelling murder
as blood splatters 'cross the floor,
ending with a shuddery breath;
her last forevermore.

Death's cold fingers grip her now,
she's faded out of life.
Her eyes caught open, staring, blank;
her skin, as cold as ice.

She's sitting in a meadow
in the fog beside a stream.
She sees flames lick the other shore
and hears a pain-filled scream.