I Await The Day
by: Jami JoAnne Russell

I await the Day.
Like a sacrifice to a pagan goddess I can no longer worship I wait.
The Mad Moon embraces me and crushes out my Life's Breath. It pleads with me
to stay with her, as if my going will surely drive her over the brink and into chaos.
Still, I await the Day.
I wait for the cleansing ball of fire that will scorch my flesh and boil my
fluids. Removing me from this world and leaving it with one less evil to
contend with.
I await.
I shrug off the Mad Moon's anemic arms and wait.
And wait some more.
And the Sun Rises! I feel it's rays piercing my un-dead flesh like so many
burning arrows! I am being CLEANSED! The world will soon be without ME! Oh,
wonderful day! Embrace me oh Sun and let me be renewed!
And I no longer await the Day.