The Trance of Death
by Faeriserena

Within it I learned.

Within it I taught.

Learned how to know of things I shouldn’t have.

Taught a curious boy of things he wanted to know.

How to disobey the ones I love.

Things that frighten others of his realm.

Learned how to remove myself from society.

Taught him for my own gain,

How to kill myself for something else.

And his loss.

Within it I grew.

Within it I hungered.

Grew out of my world and into another.

Hungered for the pleasure I could gain.

Within the padlock of my subconscious grew the knowledge of another language.

Within his locked mind I planted a deadly seed.

The language I would try to kill myself with.

The deadly seed that could open the door between our worlds.

Learned a spell to leave me empty.

Taught the precious words to give me a body.

Again curiosity lured me to the forest’s heart.

Finally, he is ready.

Again an unknown language whirls through my mind,

The chance of an eternity flows through him.

My eyes squint through the darkness,

My one and only chance to gain access to his feeble world.

Thorns spring from my arms in anticipation,

If only he would hurry!

Or is it fright?

Faster!

Something tells me tonight, it is time.

Finally!

My feet stop suddenly, sending me down.

Now to say the spell flawlessly.

As I stand air whistles through me creating the unknown words of my

Careful, don’t mangle them.

Voice?

My future depends on your perfection!

The shadows seem to dance around me, until everything is a blur.

Just a little bit more,

Spine-tingling chanting screams through my head.

We’re almost there!

The evil trance throws me to the dirt,

Now to finish,

Whispering the last few

And,

Words.

It’s done, ye-NO!

How could this have happened?