#1: Immortal (Byron)
Written for the hl50 challenge. 100 words.
And Love Itself Have Rest
Doc told him once that Immortality was a gift; that he now had centuries in which to write instead of years, and that his voice need never fall silent. Byron has learned otherwise. Life had begun to pall even before he learned that the years stretched unending in front of him.
The prospect of living forever became briefly both inspiration and distraction, but it did not take him long to realize that there was not enough poetry in his soul to sustain him for eternity. It burned inside him like Promethean fire, and was too hot, too bright to last.
And Love Itself Have Rest
Doc told him once that Immortality was a gift; that he now had centuries in which to write instead of years, and that his voice need never fall silent. Byron has learned otherwise. Life had begun to pall even before he learned that the years stretched unending in front of him.
The prospect of living forever became briefly both inspiration and distraction, but it did not take him long to realize that there was not enough poetry in his soul to sustain him for eternity. It burned inside him like Promethean fire, and was too hot, too bright to last.