He dreams of being the velvet feather, that speck
or the blossom in sedating breeze.
How he would jaunt and float
in solitude, oblivious of time,
seeking purpose.

Then
he wakes,
his dream, it breaks.
trapped in a grim well, so deep.
he screams.
tumbling, weak.
Time was now a tantalizing continuum.

" He stands alone,
too weak, too bleak, too blind.
Desperation to seek the uncertain light.
A belief in him had died."
He became a memory of himself,
Cold, Fading...

Then
came the slaughtering rain,
calming, terrifying.
Helpless, he flutters.
His knuckles,
they bleed as the walls became
a canvas of his agony.
"LORD", he screamed,
his eyes shut.
drenched, drowning as the water rose.
Every breath was now a struggle.

Now came a light
from the dingy unknown.
Blinding, breathing.
"what are you?" he screamed.
his voice cracked as the walls around him didn't.
Facing him was his last speck of romance.
His trembling lips met Hers.
"I was waiting for you", he timidly said.
"come hither, my love", She softly whispered.

Vulnerable, thrilled, numb
all at once.

He looked in Her eyes.

How lovely.
How alluring.

he smiles.
She was beautiful.
**Death.