In a quite, darkened room lying motionless, a tired and frail figure, his body withered and worn, ravaged by ailing years. Submerged in soaked garments, etching creases into his cold pale skin, with no attendance to his silent cries.
His taut blue eye's pience the sky's illusion streaming shattered tears through the glistening view. He awaits the sun's peak to shine light upon his faith, greeting destinys embrace.
But he shall not be broken nor be burdened by fear; he knows he will unite in glory,with his shining bride, bringing life once again back into his soul.