Red Snow
As I stalk the night I locate my prey. A couple, young and in love. They embrace each other , guarding their love against the pending storm. It is this act of affection which marks them as unwilling participants in tonights games. How dare they be so happy? Enjoying life while I am cast aside by society to wander my pitiful existence, alone and unexcepted by those who wish to torment me. And here these young people are allowed to have the very thing I yearn for. But tonight I will once again turn my hatred into a vessel so I can exact my revenge on love.
I pursue them as they enter the park. It is a cold winters night and the sky whispers of a storm her way. The park is deserted at this time of night. Tall, full pine trees line the paths and trails that weave a maze through the trees. My breath fogs in front of me as I walk. I hope I am not finished by the time the storm arrives. I always did think that the snow looked better red.
The couple float along the paths on clouds built of their love of life, blissfully unaware of their pending fate. As I stalk after them on wings of hatred, macabre thoughts dancing through my head, accompanied by images of cadaverous faces parading thorough my minds eye.
The couple turns down a particularly desolate path and I realize my time is now. My thoughts become giddy as the anticpation mounts, almost to an unbarable level. The wind picks up, adding to my excitement. The storm is almost here, clouds casting an orange glow over the trees. I change my position and enter the trees, to approach them from a better angle.
I step from the trees, silently, a predator on the hunt. Then the couple turns and I know. I have let my stupidity and hate lure me into a trap. I realize that irony has dealt me a new hand. Predator becoming prey, prey becoming predator. The place I once thought of as my playground has become my final battleground.
As I stare helplessly at the man and woman I find Icannot run. I do not know how I missed it before. Their beauty is so enrapturing, it is as if I am being hypnotized. I feel as if I am witnessing a miracle, a goddess come to walk the land of mortals. Her hair is the color of ebon, the silky strands reaching out in the storms wind to wrap the world in its sinister embrace. Her eyes are the color of emeralds, reaching into my very soul, casting judgement on my sins.
The god standing aside her contrasts her arcane beauty with a luminous allure all his own. His downy platinum hair mingles with hers in the wind. His eyes are the color of cerulean that has never before graced the face of a human. His presence reminds me of an angel fallen to earth, for that is surely what he must be.
As I stand here on the eve of my demise, I unafraid. Even now as they stride toward me, I find them lovely. I know now what they are and I welcome my fate, a reprieve from this desolate existence. As I lay cradled in her arms a pain, sharp and distant rings through my body. I find it peculiar that though I have always feared death, I now lay embracing it with willing arms.
As the snow falls around us my last thought is that I always thought the snow looked better red.
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it died towards the end
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