Come Closer

by Steven Margo

EVEN IN THE COLD. STILL OF THE NIGHT; EVEN WITH FOG LAYING HEAVY ACROSS THE MOORS; EVEN WITH DEATH CREEPING SULLENLY THROUGH THE MISTS. WHISPERING, WHISPERING TO ME... "COME CLOSER. I WANT TO TOUCH YOU." SHE CALLS. BEYOND THE BROKEN, TRODDEN PATH WHERE THE WOODS ARE BARE I SAW HER, HEARD HER CALL. "COME CLOSER, COME CLOSER, I WANT TO TOUCH YOU."

AND THE STARS TWINKLED, GLISTENED. BROKEN REAMS OF LIGHT, EYES PEERING AT ME, CALLING ME, CALLING ME, "COME CLOSER I WANT TO TOUCH YOU."

DO NOT ASK ME NOW! DO NOT TEMPT ME! FOR I AM LOST, LOST BEYOND MY ABILITY TO REASON OR THINK OR COMPREHEND. CAN 'T YOU SEE? CAN 'T YOU HEAR? SHE CALLS ME..."COME CLOSER, CLOSER NOW. I WANT TO TOUCH YOU."

AND EVEN IF I RUN, I CANNOT. AND EVEN IF I WAKE I CANNOT. FOR SHE, IS HERE FOR ME AND I AM DEAD TWO THOUSAND YEARS, YET SHE IS FLESH ALIVE AND CALLS TO ME. "COME CLOSER COME CLOSER I WANT TO TOUCH YOU."

I TELL YOU SHE IS ALIVE AND I AM DEAD! DEAD. DEAD. DEAD AND SHE WILL MAKE ME DEAD AGAIN. "COME CLOSER, COME CLOSER, I WANT TO TOUCH YOU." FOR SEE, SHE CALLS TO ME. "COME CLOSER FOR I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU ... COME CLOSER ......."