This is a some sort of tribute I made.
Its evidently incomplete and I invite you to give your interpretation and appropriate ending.
Closest to my idea wins best answer.
Enjoy!
The noonday sun and the clamor arising from the crowd crying vehement epithets against them were nauseating. Warm tears are streaming from their blindfolded eyes and soaked by the tight, dark, cloth. The anxiety and dread and the feeling of their stomachs being tied and twisted is unbearable. The knowledge of impending death was too much for anyone. They want to touch each other, an act to assure, but their hands were tied, they want to utter words of comfort, that it is alright, but any word that is to be uttered is lost in the whirpool of emotion of unspeakable fear. Amid the noise of the platform They can hear each other’s sobs. Sobs that pleaded for help and comfort and understanding, sobs that say and tell of their confusion and desire to be on another place,, on another world, safe and breathing and happy and free. They hoped for something or someone to whisk them away from this dreaded place. But this wishful thought was cut by the nooses being secured around their necks. The rope assured their doom, cold sweat and warm tears poured forth in a flow, they felt weak but with an effort summoned any courage they can muster to stand, it is so difficult to die standing and wanted so much to hold each others hand, they should have poisoned them, he thought, at least they can die like Romeo and Juliet. It is much more humane, thoughts irrational and his life flashed in a dizzying array of images of family, friends, moments happy and sad, confusion and pain, joys big and small, and the last thing seen was each others face and the wood beneath their feet gave way, weightless, finality, and all was over.
Time stopped. And their souls fell to the ground; as light as feather, ethereal, that slowly sought to merge with their earthen mother. Two winged figures, towering and pale, cloaked and faceless, took their souls, sheltering them in their bosom, and proceeded to descend to the sundering ground gracefully gaping to their steps. The bearers went deeper, and deeper, to the dark abyss, howling and endless. But an entity, youthful, glowing, and butterfly winged, ascended from the the unknown and confronted the pair; he spoke in the language of the wind, of which only the three could decipher. The souls were given to the youth, the cloaked figures bowing away and evanescing into shadowy nonexistence.
Excellent writing and the images are very powerful. The angels are the angels of death or either the minions of hell. I am not sure. The young entity is taking them up to heaven. But I have no idea who they are unless they are anyone who has lived, accepted Christ been saved, died and gone to heaven. whatever your intentions here it is very well written.
July 15th, 2009 at 3:46 am
Excellent writing and the images are very powerful. The angels are the angels of death or either the minions of hell. I am not sure. The young entity is taking them up to heaven. But I have no idea who they are unless they are anyone who has lived, accepted Christ been saved, died and gone to heaven. whatever your intentions here it is very well written.
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