There knelt the woman, so ghastly and pale
Gasping the air which was salty and stale
From the sweat on her brow, and the sweat in my palms.
And the look in her eyes was anything but calm.
Her hand, she dragged down, from my waist to my knee
And, as far as I saw, she could not see.
Still she clung, and "looked" up at my face
With her hand touching me like an awkward embrace
With a hand that was sickly thin and a voice close to dead
She pulled down my face with the few hand and said,
"You have been chosen, to take my place now
And, with all my strength, my power I endow
It is such a curse, but also a blessing
For your life, from now forward shall be ever unceasing"
With these last cryptic words, the woman passed away
Right before my feet and left me astray.
