I remember leaving your house at dusk that fall night, with the eerie mist that surrounded us and the brisk winds that were howling through Appalachia etched into my mind. Our sins were weighing on my soul, these forbidden desires we harbor in this illicit secret union. I could still taste you on my lips, your soft pale flesh, so sweet, so luscious. My mind entranced by the I remember leaving your house at dusk that fall night, with the eerie mist that surrounded us and the brisk winds that were howling through Appalachia etched into my mind. Our sins were weighing on my soul, these forbidden desires we harbor in this illicit secret union. I could still taste you on my lips, your soft pale flesh, so sweet, so luscious. My mind entranced by the thoughts of your beauty, but my heart torn on the reality of the situation.
I started up the summit with the Beautiful South streaming out of my Ipod; the soundtrack of my life filling my mind with remorse and regret. Our unholy bond in the forefront, the thoughts of truth silenced. Our last ritual together changed everything. As soon as the blood flowed into the chalice, I knew we could rule the world. From the first slit of the wrist, to the depths of your inner thighs, we can indeed be one. Apart we are but pawns, but now, after what seems like all perpetuity, we exist together. I must break my silence and face my destiny. At that point, I knew something would have to change if I were to survive another extended period without you. Although your presence is a challenge to me, I am only happy and alive in your arms. A secret I hold deep within the bounds of my heart, one so painful that it could destroy me if I ever revealed the truth, to you or anyone.
At the peak, I could see the majestic inn shining through the darkness. The mist that followed me had finally turned to rain, falling down my windshield like the tears of pain running down your beautiful face when I left. The rain also made it impossible to see clearly. In my mind, I wanted to turn back. The pleasure of being in your arms again was tugging at my every thought; your flavor is more satisfying than my future at this moment.
That is when I saw the man in the light. He was wandering down the mountain, cloaked and alone. His flowing robe drenched by the now torrential downpour that was on top of us. What was so important for this man of the cloth, where was he going? There was no type church or seminary anywhere close in this direction. I could understand it if he were headed back to town, while not a religious Mecca, the town did have its share of churches, cathedrals and even a monastery. For the first time in a long while, everything was clear to me, he was a messenger from above. I would stop, repent. Lending a helping hand to this mysterious figure could do nothing but help me sort out the demons I keep inside.
As I pulled over, something was very wrong with this situation, this man. His face appeared empty inside the dark cloak; I could make out no details at all as I rolled my passenger window down. All at once, the horror of my reality would cry out as he disappeared before my eyes. What have I done, why am I seeing things like this? Shaken by the happenings of the last five minutes, I tried to focus and start my trip again. Unfortunately, I could not erase the emptiness in his face, in his hands.
That is when reality hit me with one swift crash. "No Stop Please, don't!" I cried out as the pale almost skeletal hand reached through my window grasping at my hair. In a flash, my life changed forever. All I remember hearing when my torso hit the steering wheel was "Your sins are forgiven my son," as his sharp blade severing my neck, piercing my soul and destroying my life.