The Beauty of Death
By Christopher A Zollicoffer
As the life drained out of him, surrounded by the sounds of battle he had started his eyes wandering to the wound that causes his body to soon be his corpse. The woman he loved stood over him, her blade drenched in his blood, her eyes sorrowful. Yet freedom of his people from the treacherous king had been achieved, and he would die knowing that in all the realms he was one of the few who had felt true joy. In his last moments, he smiled upward at the woman that was his mirth and his anguish.
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My father is a huge impact on my musical choices. On the ride to school if we weren't bleeding from our ears after listening to NPR it was an old-school Motown-type song or alternative rock. However, my dad's all-time favorite artist was the artist formerly known as Prince or just Prince for you young-ins. I must admit throughout every call ride I would mouth the words in secret so he wouldn’t actually know how much I was enjoying his music. Even more than his music though, Prince impacted me just by the way he was an unapologetic weird walking egomaniac and I always felt that was just the coolest way to be. A favorite song of mine would be either be When the Dove Cry. When the Dove’s Cry is a song from the medley to the lyricists to the placement of breaks is a brilliant portrait of the psyche of a man in love.
By Christopher Zollicoffer3 years ago in Journal
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