I was there under that tree, standing in front of her....commissioned for her assassination....those bright blue eyes, reflecting my tarnished conscience, and i fell in thy feet. My ears heard her voice, "THOU DOST WHAT THOU ASSIGNED FOR, THOU HAST MY APPROBATION MY LOVE. I AM ABSOLVING YOU FROM THE DELINQUENCY OF MY ANNIHILATION". I HAST BUT ONE REQUEST MY LOVE BEFORE THE DENOUEMENT OF MY MUNDANE LIFE. ENTRUST ME THIS DAY OF YOURS AS MY WEDDED HUSBAND, MAKE LOVE TO ME, IMPART ME THE AMBROSIAL FELICITY OF FEMININITY. ALL MY LIFE I REMAINED CHASTE, AND TODAY, MY LOVE, THOU BE'ST THE LEGATEE OF MY IMMACULACY".

I had no options left with me but to kill her. In that hiemal winter twilight, I stabbed her and a lenient "AAH" tried to break the taciturnity of the purlieus but soon perished with the lack of verdure. Her warm red aorta started dousing my stuporous palm and the white ice awning ground. I left the dagger as she drooped on the ground. I swayed her in my arms. My eyes met hers. I was sniveling but my tears were impalpable, gelid, dreaded to come out. She was simpering with tears, with harrow, with chastity. "MY LOVE AT LEAST KISS ME, KISS ME BEFORE MY SOUL VAMOOSES MY MORTAL BODY, KISS ME WITH ALL YOUR PASSION, WITH ALL YOUR LOVE, WITH ALL YOUR WRATH, WITH ALL YOUR SOLECISM." And she closed her eyes. I leaned forth, and our lips met. I kissed her, I kissed her as she requested, I kissed her like never before, I kissed her to death. She is dead, dead in my arms, in her lover's arm, in her killer's arm, in the sinner's arm. I ululated, as fervent as I could. Kismet made me devil.

I was ambling in calignosity.... abdicated, obliterated, enervated and denigrated. There I discerned lucent and that was achromatizing nimbly. I succumbed on the loam palpitating and debilitatingly descried my incandescence of utopia dissipate unabridged. I hast no sinew left in me.


I can still feel her sometimes....sometimes when I am woebegone, I auscultate her dulcify voice in my ears......sometimes when I have tears in my eyes I feel her lips kissing my tears away......sometimes when I am alone I feel her beside me cleaving my hand in her's. I want to bemoan. I want to obliterate her en masse, but, I am so timorous, I can't bear the anguish of disjunction from her memories.