A lull in the proceedings

Now depression must wait, to the twister of death the sky now grey not black
The rain is still pouring in amounts previously unseen
Burial complete, the blood is cleansed from my hands
And now I must flee this demilitarized sector
Night has come the woods have become a frightening abode
I feel her kin breathing down my back
A valley appears that is free of the storm
When morning comes I will be far from here
Priority lies with covering whatever trail I've made
Evasion is the short term key
Nervous tremblings slow an already tiresome tread
An hour the time I need to reflect
Sands of unconciousness pour along a belt that feels like vapours of discordance as I leave my solid state
The obvious imperative - escape
To the Kromnium transport
To a distant system
Where life can begin again
The astral voyage leads me to the delta
A craft prepares to depart
The last remaining pieces go to she who flies
The destination of this journey is certain.