Swift Escape

pull of death

Soft. Softly came
The swift escape
Out of the surrounding pain.
It took the girl by the hand,

Calling...
Calling her name in sweet caress.

Step after step
Following the calm,
Loving, voice.

She slid deeper, and deeper
Into the abyss.

BEEEEEEEEEP

The awful sound of death
And then the screaming silence.
No more waiting,
Helpless mourning,
She was gone.