Salvation! Hope is to a lover as to what money is to a scrooge! Time is to a runner as to what redemption is to me!
Am I beyond hope? Beyond the ebony gates of Hell? Doomed to languish in the pits forever and ever! For I have risen. Risen and so left the anguish of the human husk behind. Is that a curse or a blessing in disguise? Time will tell. Time herself will whisper and mock wickedly in my ears whether I will fall prey to the one inevitable immortal who shoots true and deadly.
As I now rise above the clouds, looking at the happenings eyes askance, I wondered.
“How long will this haven last?”
“How long before I will be brought down mercilessly to earth hell again?”
And as I rise, my thoughts left me with the setting of the beautiful sun, leaving me in the solitary albeit comfortable darkness.