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Why The Forsaken The
By Thomas Miller
It was the best of times, and mostly the worst of times, standing with a hangman's noose in hand, waiting to jump. "Quoth, quoth," I screamed in pain as I saw my life flash before my eyes. My dead Morgana, why have you left me on this hell-sacked earth? You have taken me into an abyss of hell as I take life to see the love and bonds you had for me. But you died, and I lived. Why did you leave as I take my life for thee, so we can be together in widow's past scorched earth?
The rope felt rough and unforgiving in my grasp, its coarse fibers biting into my palm. The gallows loomed above, a stark silhouette against the storm-laden sky. Each creak of the wooden planks beneath my feet echoed the torment in my heart. Morgana, my light, my love, you were the beacon in my darkest nights. Without you, I am but a shadow, a wraith wandering through this barren wasteland.
My mind raced, fragments of memories flooding my senses. The laughter we shared, the whispered secrets in the dead of night, the warmth of your embrace—all gone, like ashes in the wind. I cursed the heavens, cursed the fates that tore you from my side.
"Why, Morgana, why?" I cried out, my voice breaking, raw with grief. "Why did you forsake me?"
In the depths of my despair, I saw her face, serene and haunting, as if she stood before me. Her eyes, once vibrant with life, now reflected the sorrow of our separation. She reached out, her touch ghostly, and I felt a shiver run through my spine.
"Morgana," I whispered, "I cannot bear this agony. I cannot endure this life without you."
The noose tightened around my neck, a final embrace, cold and relentless. I took a deep breath, the last taste of this wretched world, and stepped off the edge. As the ground fell away, a strange calm enveloped me. The pain, the sorrow, the emptiness—all faded into the void.
In that fleeting moment between life and death, I saw her again, her arms open, welcoming me into the beyond. The darkness lifted, and there was only light, only love.
Together, we would roam the widow's past scorched earth, our spirits entwined, free from the shackles of this mortal coil. In death, we found our solace, our reunion, our eternal peace.
Thus ends the tale of a man forsaken by fate, who chose to follow his love into the abyss. For in the end, it was not the noose that claimed him, but the promise of love beyond the veil.