She stands waiting
for her timing
must be right.
Her long black hair,
pale skin,
her ghostly blue stare
shine bright in the darkness.
A smile spreads across
her white face
as you take
your last breath.
Your chest falls slowly,
you move to her side,
and together you walk
through the fabric
of time.
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