The Chosen One

The sex was unexciting as it was unimportant Like the silk red knickers That didn’t really define her Or the cross chained around her neck That didn’t protect her He sensed she was more broken than him Strange how broken people come together Awkward pieces never quite fitting Just clinging on He felt this would be his last time on earth Time had picked him as it had picked the ones before He was ready She sensed he was different from the others More dangerous, but not to her The scars on the outside, only hidden by the scars within. She also felt the death sign But that was her calling The chosen one He watched her sleeping Finding comfort in a strange way Something caught his eye The small mark on her skin The sign of the sacred sisters He felt humbled in her presence It was time Death was waiting He walked to it gladly.