Unnamed

T'was the night before my resurrection, The cool breezes brushes your neck, Shivers! Gasp at this uncomfortable touch. Branches shake as I walk slowly past them, Crows form pods around me, Vultures fly from miles away to inspect my body, The wind howls "unforgiven" in my ears. Upon my shoulders rest a hand, My grieving eyes look upon this shadow, Black darkness, Nothing but a figure. Speak! Give me the answers I seek! Speechless? Nonsense, Give me the answers to which my life depends on! No words? Fine, I shall continue this journey alone, Trudging through this barren wasteland, Only to find my death waiting for me.