do not stand at my grave and weep;
i am not there. i do not sleep
Are you breaking your promise again? monster!Aoife asks in a pleading and wounded voice.
Ahead, just at the outside of the light cast by Ronin and Amalia, a figure cries out. It's a boy of perhaps only 8 or 9. Is he real? Is he a phantom? It's impossible to tell of course, which is precisely the point.
"I...he d--d-dared me. But now I'm scared. C..a.an...you show me the way back?" Extending a trembling hand, the boy doesn't dare to move. If the pair look close enough, they'll see a large wet stain on the front of his trousers, that his fumbling hands have desperately been trying to hide.
Ahead, just at the outside of the light cast by Ronin and Amalia, a figure cries out. It's a boy of perhaps only 8 or 9. Is he real? Is he a phantom? It's impossible to tell of course, which is precisely the point.
"I...he d--d-dared me. But now I'm scared. C..a.an...you show me the way back?" Extending a trembling hand, the boy doesn't dare to move. If the pair look close enough, they'll see a large wet stain on the front of his trousers, that his fumbling hands have desperately been trying to hide.
do not stand at my grave and cry;
i am not there, i did not die
LONGNiGht
