[ angel of fury ]
- el llano en llamas; the plain in flames
- your fury is holy, holy, holy
- the desert is dry as dust, bright with decay. you wear a halo of fire instead of a crown of light, and though it pains you, it fits
- you are fallen like sun-charred lightning, cast down to earth
- there are demons all around you, whether they are of flesh and bone, shadow and soul, gleam and glory
- 'the dark doesn't intend to hurt you - only the creatures who plot during the cruel light of day'
- the desert is as harsh as justice; the heat scorches and shimmers, slithers and simmers
- 'a hiss of gold, blooming out of darkness . . . '
- divine justice, divine wrath. is there really such a difference?
- (let none be the noose)
nov 21 2020 ∞
jan 27 2021 +