I wrote the first things that came to my head. An exercise in letting the creative out.
|7 December 2014, written during Church:
But when the sculphrus ends the days of yore, come to the meaning of the light and relinquish your hold on the nether of the dark. Focus now with hands of glory to see the undying shine upon the corpse of eternity.
The color of pallid bone swept dry of blood and sinew, of starlight bleached and moon dust hushed.