Interlude 4

Her youthful flush color had drained from her much like the very blood from her veins on the bed in which she lied

Such a foul image for one to behold

In some twisted way it seemed to only enhance her exquisite beauty

Like a lilly on a grave

I have failed

Once again I have let her down

My poor, sweet Annabel

You trusted in me, you gave me your love, your soul

Now I fall to my knees in front of the man who took you from me

I fall pathetic, defeated, I will be with you again so soon my love, so very soon

Eyes of an angel bathe me and I'll be damned if he thinks he can stop me now



Woman's Voice: Sweetheart, darling

Turn around, it's me

Follow my voice

Everything's going to be ok

My love, everything will be fine

It's all over now