I stand on the precipice. Staring down into the swirling abyss.
I’ve haunted this spot of land for eternity. Now pondering if I should join the other spirits in a quest to find peace.
Is my business done? I think not. What keeps me here?
My wrath? My bitterness? My thirst for revenge?
Tethered to this plot of land, these generations of the same family.
Tormenting them for what they’d done, centuries before.
And they tethered to me. Like stubborn kinfolk in a storm’s path.
I linger, still. Then one foot before the other, I plunge into oblivion.
Drew Martyn about 2 years ago
A fascinating and horrific take on the sage, nice one :)