Azrael Passing
The little figure seemed to be forcing me to remember words from this poem. And it said, You have always wanted this power, and you have not known it. Now know. And the field that is ripe for harvest shall be aflame. This seemed, inexplicably and counter-intuitively, to chill me to the bone. I started, and awoke.
The frightening thing is that I am not entirely sure it was a dream.
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Edit: ah, this was only my 300th post here... tempus fugit.
Labels: Angels, Byron, Destruction, Dreams, Vision
7 Comments:
haha maybe the claws are more like paws too
lately I've been falling asleep at my desk too, and all I get are nightmares. argh.
sleepyboi: like a christmas break - a claus pause.
*grin* maybe the frightening part is that some of my posts are beginning to look like yours, van?
yes indeed.
it is funny how sometimes after I post something, I come here and I almost think that I accidentally pressed the 'refresh' button instead of your link, because roughly the same words stare back at me..
oh well..hehe I do believe we are both roughly in the proverbial same boat, although I would not dream of trivialising your problems to such an extent - they are probably far greater than my piddling little itty bitty problems.
take care of yourself, ok? :P
Ooo thats a cool(but freaky) dream. How have you been since?
hello dale! how have -you- been? i remain me, which is the very least and best of blessings...
I've been great, thanks. Glad to see you're still you. Apparently I'm now a Nazi: http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=17675020579094199926
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