Sickness

Calm white a sea of sparkling vastness alive with flitting snowflakes. Out of the absence something appears... Dark, staggering shrouded in damp rags. Stains of red direct curiosity. Hobbling ever closer, stops. Ragged breaths escape a rasped throat. Arms slowly open under a heavy hood a whispered voice beckons me. I move into the embrace. Suddenly surrounded He takes me. I can feel His cold slipping it's way into my body, into my bones. I become prisoner to His illness. Sapping my strength through gritted teeth. Consuming my warmth my eyes shut tight. Release. I fall to my knees eyes half open. He is gone. Tears, so cold. The snow is untouched. I am Haunted.