would that she’d slain
    them… I’d not have to
  continue her work…
        I’d see colors as
 they are meant to
   be seen…
                    rather than vibrant assaults.
I’d breathe lightly
        rather than engulfing
  enough air to last…
      should my soul be
  stripped from this world
                              and sent to a
      desolate hell.

although perhaps I’d
          find her there waiting
    for me… and we
       could have tea like
 we used to…

                ...        before the demons return.