She could not see the path nor hear the deafening voices that once mimicked her cries. Her large eyes, full of wonder, painted an image before her that traced her thoughts of death. She lacked consciousness and hope. She had already succumbed to the darkness that consumed her.
It was to her dismay that the life she once had now belonged to the shadows that lurked before her. Mercy, she pleaded but mercy they never showed. Time, she needed but time was never granted. If it was one thing she knew, it is that time never waits on any one.
