Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
Originally posted in November, 2006, as part of a birthday gift inspired by the music of Rufus Wainwright.
A Terrible Beauty
Haunted by a growing sense of unease, I found myself biting my nails, a bad habit which had never before troubled me. Then, one afternoon, I was suddenly stunned breathless by bolts of agonizing pain. I reeled, vomited, wept; but then could only wait, composing myself for what was to come. I knew what had happened.
The mournful cry of the loon drew me to the river. I saw the drifting boat, bathed in an unearthly light; within, my brother lay as if asleep. In his beloved face, a terrible beauty, yet he seemed more peaceful than ever in life.