Sweetest Death Poem by Tatianna Rei Moonshadow

Soft were her words
As she guided me through Hell
I listened to each detail
That she felt the need to tell

Gentle was her touch
As she brought me to my death
I clutched her hand so tightly
As I drew in my last breath

Sure was her gait
As she walked by my side
I choked upon my words
And my fear, attempted to hide

Knowing was her gaze
As we walked on through the flame
And when she held me near
I knew I'd never live again