JHendershot

What could he possibly say, still drenched in yesterday's rain. She just stood there. The glow was blinding. He had to squint, lest he become sightless. Finding his way towards her, he stumbled on a chair, falling to the ground. Skin connected with floor. He felt little pain. The drive to reach her helped him up. He must not quit. Shielding his eyes, he stood, and could not resist her attraction. Similar to a flightless angel, her feet barely graced the ground. The smile that could end a war caused his heart to pound, echoing throughout his brain. He continued to move towards her. Nothing could hinder his determination. There would

As he walks down the mountain Rain clouds gathering overhead He takes a step and wishes he had never made this journey While the Nighthawk prays among the dead Dream for me Fly, be free Shattered bones Loss of control In the distance, there is a sound A song that is common among our folk His one and only, to whom he is bound Was losing her breath as they spoke They can see the Nighthawk in the mist "Please come close, you can't resist." All became well as they kissed He said, "Look me in the eye, you're both about to die. Don't go astray, I just want you to obey." Hand in hand, they fled Now the mountain runs red Slowly, th