Resurrection Sunday, 2007

[scionofgrace]

I am sick and weak and burned and cold and all my blood has run out.  I am decayed, I am dying.  The wind blows and it blows through me.  The storm rages and I am tossed about.  My voice is dead, I gasp on air, and fumes blacken my lungs

Comments

[author_by_night]

Very powerful, but um, mind titling before things like this? I did't see the entry title - just the post along my flist - and at first I seriously thought you were in trouble. Not literally dying of course, but I was worried there.

[scionofgrace]

Sorry about that! I debated titling, but I couldn't come up with anything I liked. Didn't mean to make you worried!

[wudu_wasa]

It's terribly poetic, I greatly enjoyed reading it. It reminds me of Alsan ripping the dragon skin off of Eustace.

[felis_stellaria]

.......Wow.

Powerful is indeed the word. This moved me and shook me to my core. Thank you.