I lie; left for dead.
The Sun is on my face.
All sound of battle gone.
I hear a bird singing.
...
Hear the wind in the shadows?
Yes my love.
Yes my love.
The wind is me.
...
Inside my borrowed brain
and misshapen torso;
with this borrowed heart
soaked in tears
...
Stone buildings around a courtyard.
Cobblestones beneath my feet.
Black studded oaken doorways,
flickering torches; window grilles.
...
Inside the darkening cave,
by the light of the new, slowly dying Sun
the Portal opened.
It's brightness filling the cave;
...
Sitting ghostlike in my bedroom;
hearing birdsong in the night.
Cigarette ember glowing brightly
as I suck the poison in.
...
Hannah disappeared.
It said in her note
she didn't want to die in the cold.
It always snowed
...