21 June 2012
The hand of fate slapped his face with a grin. Now he must take part in a battle, that only someone else can win.
....... or lose.
Washed away was his discontent. From selfish to selfless by an omen of dark portent. So she would not notice he cried in the rain. The last thing she needed now was to be burdened by his pain.
So he chewed and he swallowed their grief. Consuming emotions best buried beneath. So he clung to his twisted belief, and prayed to his Demons that the journey be brief.
He had battled this beast before. Indirectly, through others, with a positive score. Stretching the powers he had, for his young brother in law, and his Hero, his Dad.
Victory measured by the extension of life. This time would be much harder, for the beast, the cancer, was now in his Wife.
Nemesis • Opuss № I