Visitation
After the light, came terror. Frozen by a vision so fierce he couldn’t think, he screamed silent pleas for this awful thing’s mercy.
Then came a voice of ringing bells and thunder: Do not be Afraid. Though he still trembled, he could believe it was the night’s chill. Words washed out across the plain: a story of joy, peace, and the king’s coming. The accompanying song was alien and familiar, as though he once knew it.
The light faded.
He gazed towards town, whose night fires were fading into coals. Then he stood up, believing again that stories come true.
Then came a voice of ringing bells and thunder: Do not be Afraid. Though he still trembled, he could believe it was the night’s chill. Words washed out across the plain: a story of joy, peace, and the king’s coming. The accompanying song was alien and familiar, as though he once knew it.
The light faded.
He gazed towards town, whose night fires were fading into coals. Then he stood up, believing again that stories come true.