It's cold.
It's dark,
A neverending void.
Where am I?
I don't know where I am.
A noise,
The muddled sound of a neigh
and screech.
He's here,
I can feel him.
I think I know now.
I hear the click of hooves,
A sound both magnificent and terrifying.
I feel the chill,
And I feel the warmth.
He's here to show me the way.
I follow,
It's still dark,
But he's illuminated,
So I don't mind.
I know where I am.
We exit the void.
I can see him clearly now.
His deathly grey skin,
His pale grey eyes,
All shrouded in cloaks the colour of coal.
I look around me.
I see things that I've never seen before.
Creatures that inhabit the place,
Both winged and walking.
I belong here.
I turn to thank him,
But I no longer feel his touch.
I feel slightly somber,
But I understand.
He's a busy man after all.
