Burn Alive

The rain poured from the skies, the grass once dry was now drowning in irony. The Dark Horseman came riding towards the Widow, climbing down from his mount only to bow before her in a quick and formal manner. He stood up and looked straight into her eyes and, without faltering, said:

-I made a promise to come back here today, so, you see, I had to come back here. Today, not a day later.

-But that was a promise you made when we were just kids, surely you mustn’t hold onto it.

-I know what you are going to say, I see the ring in your hand, I know what happened. But I… I made a promise and even if I fail, I will not be the one to break it.

-… Why so much commitment to words you ushered so long ago?

-Because… man have grow to learn that words have no meaning, that love is merely a game of deception and that the truth is best kept safe fully hidden. They have masked their actions while belittling those of us who keep our words. There was a time when a man’s word was proof enough but now… people know words dissipate into thin air and that memories become hazy with time. The only thing they fail to realize is that… my dear… we are only as eternal as we last.

-But… are you sure?

-As sure as one can be.

They kissed, a tender kiss that had waited aeons to happen. And it was only that, a kiss. They knew they would never see each other again. He would die in the war, she would die within the motherland. They were never to see each other ever again, he was never to smell her sweet perfume nor would she ever slide her hand on the back of his neck.
This was goodbye and yet… they didn’t cry, it was raining so much… That it seemed a waste that the last thing they would ever do together would be crying.
They died with that kiss still on their lips and even if the story goes about unheard and untold… that moment, that face of human reality – It was there. And I’ll never forget as long as I last.