A still I lie in the dreary darkness only a glimpse of candle light flickering in the reflection of my eyes. Fear lay across my now sweat-soaked body. Mind running rapid with thoughts of dreadful death.
Shall this fear lay upon in the morrow will I enter the heavens or descend to hell?
Swirl with the winds, crackle with the burning fire, swish with the ocean current or simply erode with the land beneath thy feet?
Is the fate in the hand of the beholder almighty God, left to the deceitful sinner below, or shall it be left with the floating souls in the middle waiting and lost?
Tis a question that aches my heart so and forever will be left unknown.