The Gathering of the Storm

I should be , but I couldn't sleep not even after our breathing returned to normal, and you have drifted away  on the wings of Morpheus, with me  still wrapped in your arms. As I stand here, at the mouth of the cave,  the entrance, to what has become our haven, I can feel a darkness, a terrible foreboding, like a weight pressing down on me. Something is coming... I can feel it gathering around us like a storm. I know we will be right at its very center. I am so very afraid of what will come rising up for us, like the dawn. But, I have accepted the path, long ago on which I walk. There can be no reprieve  from fate. I am just not ready, not to give up my purpose, give up my mate, give up my very life. Perhaps, that's why I am trying so hard, to etch every tiny detail of the scene outside, into my mind. When the darkness, finally, comes for us, this moment, of quiet perfection will be there to give me light in the dark, and the strength to wield it. May the Goddess have Mercy on us, for I fear, this world will not.