Life... always seems to get in your way. This is rather gruesome and anguished, so if you're very sensitive to pain, I would suggest not reading it. Your disgression advised.

I think quietly, staring out of my cave, hoping to see her pass by. I know she won't. She's gone, passed on, left me here alone. No amount of wishing will ever bring her back. Nothing will. Ever.

My heartbeat echoes dully in my ears, drowning out all sound. She's gone. She's gone. It seemed to say, driving it in.

The fire inside me burned. One more bit of timber, and I could set the world ablaze. Nothing can quench my fire. Not even Death herself.

That is what she is now, I suppose. Death. She would battle on, through the ages until she had won that eternal throne. I would do the same.

I will not, can not forget. Her memory will stay alive, fueling my fiery rage and urging me on. Someday, the world will burn for her, sending thousands of souls her way. She could find the ones who killed her and send them to a special kind of torment. One without ceasing. That's all they deserve. No pity, just agony and hurt. The same I feel, felt and will feel foreer.

They deserve more than pain. They deserve to watch their loved ones be torn apart, over and over again, unceasingly. For ever.

Nothing can stop my fury. Not destruction nor pain. I will harbor it within me until the very day I die. It will be my memory of her, so I can never forget her love and my part in her death.

I did not mean to do it. It was an accident. I swear. I can not bear to live without her, but I must. They need me. The children of us. Our offspring. When they are grown enough, I swear that I will make her killers pay. I swear.

The children will not forget her. I swear. I will drive the memory of her into their minds, so they always know their roots. I will protect them. WIth my life, if necessary. I swear

I can not live without her. I can not.

I'm not sure where to take this, so I'm ending it. Don't mind my rambling please.