Death Chorus

Midnight blue eyes watch from a high perch as I lose myself. I can feel my emotions fleeting. The life I knew is no more. The feeling of pain, sadness, anger, hurt, all gone in an instant. The last image I see is of his midnight blue eyes. Comforting me into the beyond.

The glinting of the knife is irrelevant. All that matters is those eyes. Knowing. Taking the pain.

I am beyond this place. This inhumane act. This killer. This darkness that has wrapped itself around me so completely, suffocating and binding to me, never to let me go. All is left behind in that other place. That inhumane place. That dark place.

The crescent moon illuminates the monster's face, only briefly. Malice and hate are there. What have I done for this to be the end? What did I say? Who did I hurt? Will answers ever come? For I am gone and not of this world. Will there be others? Will his round blue eyes see them, too? Sharing in the hurt and heartache, but without intervention?

Questions will soon to be answered as I become the midnight eyes. I see all. I see the monster below now.

With a sweeping push of my wings, I flitter down onto a lower branch. I realize I can see him more clearly now. I do not look directly below, for I know what is there. A mess of a life not finished living. Promise and hope lay there in the pile of mangled flesh. Bloodied by his ever-stabbing blade. It cuts through me, but I no longer feel. It is there, and yet I am here. Above.

It is a life that I must let go. Futures I will never see. I now must look ahead and find a way to make this right. Is that the purpose of all of this? Have I been given a chance not offered to others, or is this a curse that others do not deserve? Whichever this is, I must act. There is too much good to be stolen by this life thief. His darkness is threatening my resolve. I close these big round eyes now, centering my purpose. Finding the small part of me that remains. My deep breath now comes out much different than before. The soft sound of a hoot rings in my ears, and for a moment I want to retreat. Frightened by my newfound voice. Only a moment's time passes for me to realize it is me. I am the midnight blue eyed owl, and he is me.

Maybe it is all for not. Maybe it is simpler. Fly away from here. Live. Be free.

Simpler is not the right way. Seek out the darkness and bring in the light. A clear path lay ahead of me. The moon somehow illuminates a river of truth left behind by his footsteps. Truth is pouring out of him without his knowledge. Splashing everywhere as he vainly strides further into the trees. If I do not keep up, I will lose him. The illuminated trail is fading behind us, but brightest at his heels. He walks without a care in the world, my crimson blood still fresh on his palms. His stride is the stride of a well nurtured task. One I fear he has done many times before and will continue to do long after they find me beneath the trees.

I fly soundlessly, never straying from his set course. Following him I soon realize we are approaching an opening in the wood. His footsteps remain bright, and I stay close, unseen. He gets into a car that is concealed, and I know now is the time. It is the moment and my time to act.

I land on the hood without sound. A soft clicking of my talons on the metal gets his attention. He looks up. Not startled, not surprised, but curious. I stare unblinking at him. Unmoving. Turning to look back the way we came, I tap tap tap my talons. Soft at first, quickening louder and louder until it is a booming chorus. The rhythm washing over me in turbulent waves of heartache and anger. The fear and violence from this night pouring out of the depths of my soul form a deafening thrum. I let it completely consume me, and when I look back at this monster, I see dread and realization on his face. For this is a death chorus. And I have come for him.