Tonight, my god, tonight! I will meet you, the first and last time. Your cloak and dagger existence, your pallor of decay, your dark dreams.
I will walk from this comfort to the hill by the moon. Water rushing somewhere below us. I will find you there. Patiently waiting. Chess board before you, sickle in hand.
I will meet Death tonight. I will laugh at him, turn my nose at him. I will take the challenge. I will rise to the occasion.