He stands in the stillness of the evening, his cloak stirring in the soft breeze. His dark eyes are gentle, his smile loving as he gazes at me. He is beautiful.
“I will love you forever,” he says, his voice low and soft.
I’ve never met anyone like him. I am afraid his love will fade and he will leave me bereft and alone.
“Will you?” I ask, not sure of going with him.
“Yes, my beloved.”
I am comforted as Death takes me by the hands and leaps on his great, white steed, and away with me he rides.