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Permalink: https://escapist5.blogspot.com/2006/11/dead-mans-requiem.htmlThe sand swirls, giving form to the verocious wind as a demonstration of its virility. It howls like a wild beast, threatening to sweep away anything that dares stand in its way. But the man stood just there - a solitary figure. As if with nothing to lose, he challenges the beast to come at him.
The man feels its breath in his face; and its claws, scraping his very skin raw. He bites his lips, and stands unfaltered at the face of the savage. Soon, pangs of pain jolt him awake, coercing him into begging for his life. It was too much for him to take, as the beast tears his flesh apart. He gives in without a struggle, for he knows this is his only way to salvation.
At last, the beast finds what it has been looking for - the soul. Within it, lies all his deadly sins - fear, doubt, grief, despair, anxiety, pessimism, disharmony, impatience, selfishness, greed, egoism, lust, envy, anger, resentment, hatred... All of which has been intoxicating and consuming him for so long a time.
The beast feeds on all these, like a spider would suck its prey dry, leaving nothing but an empty shell behind.
The wind continues to howl its final requiem for the dead man. Only that it sounds more like the sickening laughter of a pack of hyenas after a satisfying feast.
Now, it has only one thing left to do. Bury this unsightly remains under a dune.
The man feels its breath in his face; and its claws, scraping his very skin raw. He bites his lips, and stands unfaltered at the face of the savage. Soon, pangs of pain jolt him awake, coercing him into begging for his life. It was too much for him to take, as the beast tears his flesh apart. He gives in without a struggle, for he knows this is his only way to salvation.
At last, the beast finds what it has been looking for - the soul. Within it, lies all his deadly sins - fear, doubt, grief, despair, anxiety, pessimism, disharmony, impatience, selfishness, greed, egoism, lust, envy, anger, resentment, hatred... All of which has been intoxicating and consuming him for so long a time.
The beast feeds on all these, like a spider would suck its prey dry, leaving nothing but an empty shell behind.
The wind continues to howl its final requiem for the dead man. Only that it sounds more like the sickening laughter of a pack of hyenas after a satisfying feast.
Now, it has only one thing left to do. Bury this unsightly remains under a dune.
In paradisum deducant te angeli,
in tuo adventu
suscipiant te martyres...
~In Paradisum
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