Wind blows chilling the air

Hair whips across bare skin

Eyes of sea fill with tears

The grass bends to the footsteps

His body lays still

Sword still grasped in His hand

A small body lets loose a scream

Others feel the touch of death

Lucky the wind spared them

Knowing very well next time

Could be the last

Golden curls spill across the dead One

The wind rushes through once more

Her body still

Hand uncurls a vial drops to the ground

The scream becomes the last breath

Rushing out

They sleep entwined forever

Heart

Mind

Body

Soul