“My Beloved, come sit beside me, and we will enjoy the sun’s final rays.”
As she glanced my way, my willpower dissolved and reluctantly I obeyed.
“My hands are always so cold nowdays, I’m sure if you clasped them in your grasp they would behave.”
Cautiously I reached out, wrapping the delicate bones within fingers strong and warm.
“My bed is lonely without you beside; perhaps we may lie together and enjoy the last of daylight.”
With this she rose and I was led away, down into the darkness of her tomb, for tonight I will sleep in her grave.