Time has now come. I expect her, I have long expected her, and, now, I know she’s there, close to the gates. She bears the chalice. From it, I will drink, to the last drop.
And so, the prophecy will be fulfilled, the order restored, the gods appeased.
Do I regret anything? I had a long life, known many winters, and so many springs: so much ice, so much sand, I hear the sound of bells.
She’s there, at my door, they tell me.
I know she’s beautiful, their messengers always are. I take a last look, out of the window of my room, at the far away hills, just touched by moonlight.
So many seas, so many mountains.
Time has come.
It comes to us all… one day.
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It is part of life, and it is best when found beauty and acceptance in … Lovely writing!
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When i see a photo prompt, I’m usually a one-sentence responder. Like here, all I could think of was – “Whoa, that egg nog sure has a punch to it!”
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