The word itself reeked of undeniable indifference. The sort of face that only the dead exhibited. And like a spectre his unquivering eyes could not stop glaring. There was no emotion, his unending stare left the hairs of my body standing with a deep sense of loss. No words came from him. No! Not even a sound.
It was as though his look was a well braided Strand of interlinked Chains whose tight noose was not about to be unbound. It tightly clutched me luring me in as I fell into the deep abyss of despair. The shackles and chains dragged me, weighing heavy as though a thousand anvils lay on my frail chest driving me into the soft and sinking sand; indeed a trumpet had been blown, for my funeral was at hand. He was not about to stop until my soul was depleted of the sense of humanity and exhausting the last drops of life left in me.
As my executioner stood watching over my demise, my predicament led me to think of how I ended up here…
She poked him and nagged. Her very words piercing his heart. Her grip fast holding and grabbing the very strands of his pumping heart shredding it. Only The hanging blood stained fibers remained telling story of his sorrow.
And what a vivid one it was for the narrator beautifully painted the canvas.
“He does not care. Curse him and then you die” she ill-advised. ” your death is better than this life you are leaving if it is there any to live at all. You are growing senile , she added “and can not see clearly. How can you love and even defend him after all he has done? See! He now leaves you to travail to the point of being unwanted by your own kindred.”
Pop! Went one of his sores oozing with a golden glycerin-like liquid. It was not the discomfort but the shrill in her voice that played the role of the sharp needle. As the liquid warmly but like a snail made its trail down his naked back. All he could do was painfully swallow hard for he was at loss of words. His lips parted not but a slight quiver was seen emanating.
William Blake – eyes dim windows of the soul
My heart trembled when I realized the power in control. When the thoughts of my equity with you were vanquished, fear arose in my heart. A deep dread of utter destruction that loomed over me like a dark heavy cloud. The piercing look that he held in in his face raged bringing my loins to tremble and buckle. And I heard his right hand man muttered words like a trumpet. He sounded the war drums with “Why do the heathens rage and proclaim a vile thing? Kiss the son lest thou be crashed.”
How could I clench my fists and raise them against the heavens? what levels of contempt could I manage to summon to pull this fete off?
All of a sudden, his countenance changed. Not his but rather how I was looking at him. The envy of my heart sought to bring him down to my level. Maybe just then we could have had a face off and talked like equals. I could probably have managed to raise some questions. But alas I had none. He had won the staring contest. His power had overwhelmed me and he had managed to hypnotize me with awesome power. I was at his mercy with my resolve shredded into pieces.
Then without parting his lips, I heard him speak directly into my heart. “What can separate you from my love?” And like a chorus in a cathedral, the words involuntarily escaped my mouth in a sigh. With tears streaming down my face, “nothing, neither heights not depth. If I run to hades, there you would find me. If u swam to the deepest trenches, there you light would find me.” I retorted.
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