Drabble: Holy man.

Marrtor

The light. A healer. The prayers, the flash, the heal. To aid, to succor. Giving strength, protection.  Fortify! Renew! Fallen warrior, illuminated stitching, and whole again.  Victory!  The shadows overcome, the blood staunched.  And yet, the blood, the shadows. The memories! The fields of battle, the blood drawn by my hand.  The forbidden words of shadow. Pain. Death!   No. The light!  But my brother, so brave, so bold.  So self-righteous.  Paladins, holy warriors indeed.  They serve, no doubt, but can they melt formless faces? The form of shadow.  The spike, the flay, the fiend.  And the horror, yes, the horror.

This drabble comes courtesy from the creative mind of Guarf. 












Theme song, my choice: Holy Man/Beck
from  Nacho Libre, one of the greatest examples of the journey of the hero.


Documentary on Joseph Campbell: http://www.findingjoethemovie.com/
(found this link via Sir Ken Robinson )