Now is the fading of the light, the night comes, and I stand alone. All around me, little death has taken them, friend and enemy alike, and I walk companionless under the stars. And yet, the stars, though they will not come down and break bread with me, are here, are a comfort to my loneliness. And yet, though sleep as spurned me, I do not walk without a dream here in the coolness of the night. Her sweet whispers, promises of what little death will bring when he finds me, are even now at the corners of my mind.
Little Death
Tale Told 