His swords brushed against his black robes,
Watching the oceans crash around him,
His demonic ship moving like shadows in the night.
What felt like eons, was only months,
Although worlds apart,
She was still his light, luring him,
The voice in his mind calling him back home.
Making haste to the forgotten crypt,
Hoping desperately she was still there.
He could only hope she still carried him in her heart.
All the air left his lungs,
Fear prickling up his spine for the first time in his life,
For what he saw before him was the reality from his tormented dreams.
Falling to his knees in despair he ran his hand down her ashen skin,
Her chest moved slightly, a small amount of relief washing over him.
Cradling her close to his chest he gripped her impossibly tight,
Silently begging for her to open her eyes, for her to come back to him.
Not willing to accept this was the ending, the end of something that never started.
Pressing his lips firmly against hers, he breathed into her,
Trying to give her his very life, in that moment he knew there was not anything he wouldn’t do,
No level he wouldn’t sink to, no line he wouldn’t cross if it meant they would be together again,
He would destroy this world for her..
He came back but I wonder is it too late..