The fire cackled behind her,
Sending sparks into the night,
The flames reflecting upon the water,
Like stars fallen from the sky.

She gazed out at the ocean,
Mesmerized by the dancing lights,
Mixed with wisps of darkness,
Drawing her to her demise.

Slowly she moved forward,  
Sinking into the ocean's silky depths,
Her battered body embracing the coldness,
Welcoming what lay ahead.

Further and further she drifted,
Feeling a strange sense of calm,
And she floated over the waters,
Ignoring her slight, last minute qualms.

The fire roared behind her,
But she couldn't hear the noise,
That shattered the silent darkness,
All she heard was a soft voice.

It pulled her in deeper,
Swallowing her in waves of inky black,
Until she was nothing more,
Than a carcass in the ocean's depths.                        

Washed ashore a year later,
Her absence never felt,
Her body emerged out of oblivion,
Her soul finally free, floating out of reach of humanity,
And what she called hell.