In the End, We are not Alone

I stand on the road; the black sky melts with the black pavement. Cars and trucks are scattered and  smashed into one another. Cracking glass. Crunching ice.  Horns blare. Lights blink. People scream and cry, begging for help. Distant sirens, wolves howl- waiting for their meal, a baby wails, snow falls. A child of five with chocolate kiss eyes and a round moon face takes my hand, we are cold together, our voices lost; a man joins us, smiling he takes my other hand, the blackness opens, the hooded figure beckons us, and we walk toward him, oddly at peace.