"Look upon this night as my last day on earth and forgive me for the pain I had caused. For this life, to me, is worthless. Worthless as the life I have without her by my side. Forgive me but my actions are just on this night. Death, we shall not part. It is only just the start."
He finishes the letter as he leans over the writing desk across from the bed they once shared. Drunken, sorrowful and sulking in despair. He had not known of such pain to befall one who was so faithful to the prolific light that commanded his life. He had died the moment she left him. Taken by those whom have abonded such light. Even now, as he writes in the dimmed candlelight, those same demons taunt his every move and pace with delight. Whispering and muttering malevolent delights amongst each other while he continues within the dim candlelight.
While some howl and bark out loud to distract his intention, others hang from the walls and the ceiling just waiting with ambition. Waiting to escort the broken man to the depths of his own demise whom he himself had devised.
The man of faith is riddled with regret as he still daunts the same 'drobe he wore on her last day above. Never has a man of his stature ever questioned his faith in the persistent prolific light that commanded his obedience and was derived from his fright. His utter fear of the devil and all its being; that night ended his fear as well the lights meaning. He can hear hells' demons bark and whipser at him, yet he doesn't flinch nor acknowledge them.
His letter is sealed
His fate is set
Yet as he stands to load his revolver, he is met with a glance of an opulencent being morphing into a familiar figure of his faithful heart. She has come back to save his soul, not to be fouled, blackened or damned.
"Caroline .... my sweet Caroline"
As she enters from the darkened corners of my godless domain the servants of hell grow tiresome, impatient and vain. Bantering and battling each other over how to refrain my sweet love from keeping me from going insane.
She turns to glance at the evil that looms, then looks back at me with piercing white eyes like that of a full moon. A black veil covers her shoulders; she continues to move.
"It is not your time to die. For me, you must not give up the light"
The gun falls from his hand as tears form in my eyes. The demons screech so fierce it blows out the candlelight and for a split second, the man looked and saw only the moon shine in his darkned domain from the night.
"Caroline ... my sweet Caroline"
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