Warnings: Angst, big time
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
Summary: "This is no mine. It's a tomb."
Prayer, While Running
Please, let this not be my tomb.
I do not fear death; as often as I have looked it in the eye, it has turned away, blinded by the glint of sunlight on my blade.
Do not make me die in the dark.
When I die, let the kiss of the sun be the last touch on my skin; the whisper of leaves, the rush of water over stone be the last sounds I hear.
Let me take my rest under the boundless sky. If, by ill-fate, I am doomed to wander, please, let it be under the stars.