The Death Seer (Skeleton Key)
“I watched Kord and saw his body go stiff and rigid. I reached out to touch him. For a moment, I noticed how his muscles vibrated with tension. And then my hand touched the flesh of his forearm and I was transported.
The song wove a story. Kord and I were mere bystanders as we watched it unfold. A man in a cloak stands at a door. My door. It looks exactly like the wooden door I’d come in through. He puts a glass key in the lock, turns it, and passes through. There is sunlight and mowed lawns and people hugging. The man trades his cloak for jeans and a t-shirt. He is handsome—not young or old, but seemingly ageless. He walks the streets and watches and learns. He smiles.
He is sitting in a diner talking to a waitress. She blushes and laughs at his jokes. She touches his shoulder. He touches her hand.
They are standing at the door, embracing. She weeps. He kisses her over and over. He cups her face and kisses her deeply. He walks through the door, and she falls to her knees and cries.
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