These are the last words of a haunted man. I sit at my desk, and stare at the knife as it stares at me, a sinister snicker in its resplendent shining. The past years of my life have been plagued with hardship and much despair. I loved a woman, a beautiful woman with honey colored hair and beautiful eyes of an emerald green. Her body was something that makes me understand what the bards sing about on misty mornings when there is no one to even listen to there melodious chants. But she was to be wed to another man, who was a gentleman on the outside, but he was truly evil inside, for he cold-bloodily murdered my sweet love, followed by the suicide of himself. The torment of my last days does not end there, my melancholy audience, oh no. A war ravished my town not long after this tragedy of the heart. A neighboring country was gaining in land and power and soon came down upon this sweet country. It was neighbor against neighbor as word got out that the country had spies. I was soon accused of this horrid act by a frantic elder lady who was truly frightened of the thought of spies in our quaint little town. While the town committee found me innocent, many town residents shunned me, and I soon found myself a loner and with much time reflect on the mistakes and hardships of my life. With nothing to keep my mind off of my lost love, I have found myself in this position. I wish to join her, to have her forgive me for not seeing the sinister side of her husband. Not a waking morning goes by with out my thinking of her. And since there is nothing on this wretched earth I have to fight for, I see no reason to go on looking for false hopes. I am an outcast, a failure, and a truly broken-hearted soul. So I say a forever farewell to you my loyal and stunning audience, for I have to see my sweet again. I pick up the blade with no hesitation. I make a small incision in the corner of my wrist. A small wound, but the fresh crimson blood pours out like a young river making its first anticipated dash towards the seas. Ah, this feels very relieving, but my soul urges for more. The blade is caught in the suns small rays, shining with trickery, the new blood looking beautiful against the shining steel. Yes, here I come, my one true love. I’ll see you soon. Goodbye, sweet audience.
