The Return

I am bound evermore to my watery grave, here to claim your sinful soul, which you cannot save, for I shall tear it from you and feast upon its fear, as my malevolent men silently slithers near. You have a debt to pay, and to me you must deliver, for the ever-waiting harem comes to ferry you across the river. That night I saw your eyes like flint as you plunged the dagger deep, and into the aromatic water my lusty life did seep. The air, it turned lurid in cloudy carmine haze, my life ebbing away slowly before your ghoulish gaze. I stared in disbelief at my beloved's face above me, your voice dripping with loathing. At last I am free. Surreal torrents of Marat as the bloody water grew colder, twisting the knife within my heart, your words became bolder, visions of you and him together piercing deeper than the blade. Then, as you withdrew the steel, a vengeful farewell I bade. In my fading breath I whispered, if it takes me eternity, I vow with every fibre that of me you will never be free. In inky darkness I emerge from where I was slain, my bones cracking, wounds weeping, lungs rasping in pain. The foul feet of decay oozing from every pore, hours stretch before you with pure evil in store. In the midst of night it will be just you and I alone. I will devour you in depravity, flesh and marrow bone. When vengeance is finally mine, I will fade into oblivion as I sink into that collisionous chasm so obsidian.