A Rainy Day to Remember.

There was a page ripped from your spell book 

Moth wings across the table,

A black dove watched us from a tree

As the light from the candle burned low. 

I picked at a snail shell,

Bits of earth fell from the folds, 

I believed in you wholly in that moment as the grey clouds rolled in,

A beckoning from the sky as the rain came down, threatening our skin. 

I shivered as you lit another candle and dropped the mangled match to the ground,

We were tucked away in the woods in the cabin your grandfather had built with his hands

Outside the trees swayed knowingly as the wind slipped through the branches, 

You opened your eyes and took my hand sending a sharp breath to out the candle,

The dark sky offered little light as we passed through the door hanging crooked on its hinges and I shivered again wondering what this all meant, and followed you into a clearing. The dove had flown home and the creatures of the night had come crawling, waiting for us to surrender. Shadow people stood just beyond the circle of stone you had made in the morning, and a feeling in the air was a clear message of warning. But I could not run now, I had given you everything, blood drops like candle wax on the scroll from your old book, and a strand of my hair, collected bones with you down by the river...

The old trees were alive I could feel them bending to get a better look at the lady in grey. 

I was thin like prairie grass, bending to the will of the wind, the air had grown thick and embers whooshed past my face leaving tiny marks like fireflies in the dark. I prayed for my soul but knew there was no telling just how far we had traveled down the road to the end. When the wind finally slowed and the branches gave way there was only a clearing there. Just a stone and a thistle with feather in the middle and the rain fell steadily onto the grass. No one heard the calling, the night sky swallowed the last breath of the lady in grey and the woman who came with her to meet her own death.