“She faced me in awe. ´twas a token of ebony colour.
Embodied in faint vapour.
Wandering through April´s fire.
Compelled to grasp and to hold the one that was you.
I will endure, hide away. I would outrun the scythe, glaring with failure.
It is a mere destiny I thought, a threshold I had crossed before.
The rain was waving goodbye, and when the night came the forest folded its branches around me.
Something passed by, and I went into a dream.
She laughing and weeping at once: "take me away".
I don't know how or why, I’ll never know When.”
– April Ethereal
