Dark Horse

Can you see it yet, when you close your eyes? Can you hear the beats, like those of a racing heart, pounding the earth as it comes for you?

You will.

Your life is over, child. The one you knew. You cannot return to it. Do so and you will bring the ruin that you have called to yourself with you. And you will inflict it on those you love.

Run if you like. It makes some feel better.  But it will not save you. And what good is a few more days of life, if that life is a miserable existence of fear and anxiety? A few more hours filled with terrible flashes of blazing eyes. A few more hours of panicked breaths and fearful gazes.

Wait here if you like. It will not bother me. My time is not so precious either.

Oh I know many things, child. I learned about your affliction long ago. You learn much while you are dead.

Shush now, and listen. Your future is not far. Calm your breaths. Do not show it you are afraid.

There is nobility in a brave death.

Come. Let us greet your dark horse together, child. Perhaps it will take me with you.

Were I so lucky.