Wednesday, 9 July 2008

Rite of Right

I watched my husband standing over my grave. His necromancers stood close, ready.
One sorrowful crow squawked and they began the ritual.
I smiled wanly to myself. Even in life he would summon me, rather than join me himself. And I would go. Simply. Death hadn't changed me at all.


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