Accepting Fate
Jul. 28th, 2008 11:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fiat_knoxWhat better time for a ritual than this very night?
Under a boiling sky, lightning lashing the ground all around me, the thump and baroooom of thunder shaking the windows and the walls, the warm rain striking my saturated head and body so hard it felt like a wave of slaps, I stood right there, barefoot, and accepted my Fate.
That was me you heard, howling loud enough to make the dead run for cover, cries of jubilation drowned out only by the thunder. Nobody was going to upstage the Gods' performance: I was only there to add my voice to the chorus.
What a night to give my new ring and all my ritual accoutrements a thorough cleansing. My sole regret was that, it being a public thoroughfare outside my flat, and there being no private garden area, I had to wear too much clothing.
Skyclad would have been perfect. Ah, well.
Feels like I could animate a corpse right now, just by touching it and letting the charge in me flow into its dead tissues.
Ooh, and the storm ain't done yet. Just posting this now, then signing off again for Act II. Night night. Manchester tomorrow.
Under a boiling sky, lightning lashing the ground all around me, the thump and baroooom of thunder shaking the windows and the walls, the warm rain striking my saturated head and body so hard it felt like a wave of slaps, I stood right there, barefoot, and accepted my Fate.
That was me you heard, howling loud enough to make the dead run for cover, cries of jubilation drowned out only by the thunder. Nobody was going to upstage the Gods' performance: I was only there to add my voice to the chorus.
What a night to give my new ring and all my ritual accoutrements a thorough cleansing. My sole regret was that, it being a public thoroughfare outside my flat, and there being no private garden area, I had to wear too much clothing.
Skyclad would have been perfect. Ah, well.
Feels like I could animate a corpse right now, just by touching it and letting the charge in me flow into its dead tissues.
Ooh, and the storm ain't done yet. Just posting this now, then signing off again for Act II. Night night. Manchester tomorrow.
