... limping from a bullet wound, he placed himself against a dark wall. There were no one, but only the dark of the night and the occasional beaming of lights upon him as vehicles pass by. The pain was sharp but bearable. A familiar feeling egresses from the corner of his heart, as his body trembles… A sensation of weakening of the body crawled upon him… a loosening of strength…a shattering of the ego… of an invincible image which came crashing into the depths of his thoughts… Crackled in every cell of him, in every fiber…. Trying to arrest his inner strength. And he felt again as if it was a hundred years ago, disappointment and FEAR! Then he remembered… the voice behind the intense light that rayed in that darkness before… His darkness… The cocoon of a painful past that gave birth to him, “… you are given a second chance… just a single lifetime. Use it well!” Yes! He was given an another body… Another life traded for his, for him to correct his error. To choose again… to live. To build…. and not just for revenge…. But this time he must choose well, become sharp… create well and take his steps carefully that he wont regret being made to live again… not to recreate the former mistakes and pains… And he realize he is mortal. The Crow gave him power, strength, sight… but all in a mortal frame. The lesson dangled in his consciousness, the lesson of mortality, against the context and backdrop of eternity and the chasm between certainty and uncertainty…. ( an unfinished excerpt from a story I am writing, THE CROW: NEW LIGHT, the sting of mortality chapter. By Sd9)
Posted on: Thu, 13 Jun 2013 16:02:31 +0000
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