Wraps itís cold sticky fingers around the pulsating orb.
As the light struggles to keep the fragile flames burning.
It struggles as though trying to keep from drowning in a black quagmire,
to stay alive, to keep going.
It hurts, as though the pain will never cease from forming in fresh batches
Like an ice cold river studded with blackened fallen trees,
the passage through her system tears and scratches,
cutting and bleeding.
Leaving the flesh to rot while still aching with indescribable pain.
Pain that stretches past the furthest star and plunges
deeper than a sea of unfathomable depth.
Leaving her there for an instant, before reluctantly
pulling her back,
in real pain
that will never