A faint glow breaks the darkness of night. Vivacious violins play symphonies of heresy while raven beauties in shimmering silk swirl in ecstasy. Masked Mephistos woo their blood as the cadence ascends to the painted gates of heaven.

Cloaked in darkness she watches, her crimson tresses nearly ravished by the westwind. Her head hurts, a tiny bump. A streak of scarlet blood trickles down her forehead as she ponders the life of the undead. Why are they here? Why is she here? Destiny or desire?

A tall, dark figure approaches her out of the shadowy fog that fills the night. His long lean fingers stroke her neck and she shivers slightly. He has come, come to capture her body and soul yet again. Cursing her deadly desire for damnation she turns to him and surrenders herself…

I'd like to call this art but... I wouldn't do a Picasso or Matisse justice if I did. So here comes my trash :D

I walk into darkness. With every step I take I can feel his heartbeat again, as if he walks with me now. But I know I've succumbed to a ghostly illusion and do not break my stride. My pace quickens; I must reach before sunrise. Hastily I walk past the lush greenery surrounding me, it does not enchant me the way it used to. Since the Irish Rebellion began, all sense of beauty has vanished, evaporated into nothingness. Memories of better days have become a luxury for those who have not lost their lives in their struggle for truth, for many lives have been claimed, many families have been ripped apart, many hearts have been broken. There is no end in sight and hopelessness has taken over our lives.

Finally I reach my destination. A cool breeze sends ghostly shivers down my spine as I look down. The moon is still reflected in the depths of the ocean below and it sounds like the waves are calling my name...
Aislin... Aislin... Aislin...
Tiny raindrops fall on my face as the angels begin to cry. Do they feel my pain, the emptiness in my heart? Where were they when I cried? I wonder. I gaze at the sky and picture him watching me from above, smiling at me assuringly. 'Aiden', I whisper into the wind. 'We shall be united again...'

Peacefulness overcomes me, as I pray my last prayer and leap.