Brilliant bolts of lightning flashed their silvery light in the
dark sky above her. The rumble of thunder boomed louder
and louder. She watched, in feverish anticipation, as the
three ghostly images appeared in the sky. Their hair flowing
around them, their arms outstretched, shimmering in the
night sky, they began their sirens song:
Come walk with us,
walk in the light of the moon,
walk the path between dark and light.
Come walk with us,
know the darkness,
know the light.
Come walk with us,
come live in our world,
welcome the knowledge of the night.
Hair flowing around her, the solitary figure heard the ancient voices, and yet again felt the ancient call. Power pulsed through her veins as her soul began to slowing disintegrate, shooting through the lightning bolts into the sky to join the three shimmering, ghostly figures waiting there for her.
© August 2006 Bonnie Cehovet