As Darkness falls across the land

I sit at my windowin the light of a dusky sun, watching as it sinks below the horizon. It seems to me that it is dying, using it's last minutes to make as colourful and amazing a scene as it can while softly calling out to me, saying "I'm going away, you might not see me again. But take heart, for soon the Moon will rise and he will show you the way."


As the last of the day's light fade to nothingness I see from my window the silver face of the moon, peeking oveer the mountaintops. It's faint light is cold, turning the world around me to shades of grey and black.
It is beautiful in a morbid, dead kind of way, and I feel a tugging in my soul as I think "This must be what heaven looks like..."

As I look about, I see strands of darkness snaking their way towards me, making beautiful patterns in the air around me. As they slither around me I hear beautiful music, never heard by any soul before. As I get dragged away, entwined in tentacles of black nothingness, I see myself lying lifeless by my window, my dead eyes watching the beautiful season of death, swathed in a silver blanket as darkness falls across the land..