Bang bang bang!
Windless, soundless. Slow-motion breathing. Stop.
Force it up and out, into the ocean, into the sky.
Stop.
Rustling leaves. Kissing frost. Moisture.
Stop.
Brisk air and crisp sound. Biting, frigidity.
Stop.
Is this about the weather?
Bang bang bang!
It's all over now. See you next time, I promise.
My father, my friend.
Angel nor devil.
Saint nor sinner.
The bell tolls thrice in calling out your soul.
Strength and power, wisdom, knowledge.
Heat in the eyes of my elder.
Passion in the words.
Experience in hands and fingertips.
That which cannot be expressed through words is shown with expert skill.
Adept, intellect, surety.
What is lost?
Nothing really, truly, there is so much left behind.
"The physical form is fleeting, the soul, the mark you leave on this world is permanence."
Say that, did you not?
Written words across my chest, scarred in, blood and flesh.
You, who are my blood.
You who hath borne my flesh.
I bid you, farewell.
Bang.
Phillip, Son of William.
&
Adellia, Blooded Daughter of William
