Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 99.0: Fall 2009

Descent
by Belinda Roddie

The blood of a savior
drips from a crown of thorns
Mingles with the rain from his eyes
And the sweat from his brow
The lightning strikes his
shoulders as he tries to breathe
The air moves in spirals, down,
Down, until there is nothing left but
The wine from a chalice

The work you see here was written in the fall of 2009. It was last edited in December of the same year.

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