By Tigerstar_64
Date: 31 January 2000

Dark River

Here I am again, standing before the lonely river.  It doesn't make a sound, but still moves, ripples flowing across it's charcoal blackness.  How do I get across?  Look, over there, he is waiting for me.  First I cry with fear, but then I decide to swim across.  Icy black fingers reach out and grab me, pulling me, choking and screaming, into the dark liquid.  I am dragged down into a swirling whirlpool of desperation, but with thoughts of him, I break free and swim to the surface.  I swim faster and faster, kicking aways the millions of fingers, and leaving them behind in their watery graves.  I reach the other side, happy and content to finally reach him.  But he, who had grown impatient with me, was gone.  I notice a new wetness on my face.  I reach up to touch it, and realize that it's a tear.  I let out one mournful cry, one that no matter how far away he was, he heard, and would never forget.  I let the fingers invade me, pulling me down into the night.