Beings of light(Tallisman) He coughs and curses, weak at his knees
Hopelessly consumed by a terrible disease
He reaches the kitchen and sinks to the floor
Fighting until he can’t take any more
He rests his forehead on a cold tile
Thinks to himself he will get up in a while
But the weakness is spreading and the pain is so strong
Somewhere inside he knows his time is not long
The cool on his forehead soothes his fevered head
Living like this fills him with dread
For not the first time he thinks about suicide
But doesn’t know if he has the courage inside
Something moved to step into his line of sight
A creature that glowed incandescently bright
Hallucinations, he closed his eyes, counted to ten
Before daring to open his eyes again
Before him a creature glowed in bright white
Wings spread from its back, a being of light

He decided he was in a dream of some kind
All those drugs must have affected his mind
No creature could luminesce so bright and survive
The heat it would need would burn it alive
And wings on a humanoid not ten inches high
Who ever saw such a creature to fly
The being of light studied him in turn
Moving closer until he felt his skin starting to burn
Suddenly the heat spread through his skin
Feeling his bones on fire deep within
He screamed as flames suddenly around him burst
Flickering agony that got worse and worse
Then suddenly nothing. No pain and no sound
The world kept spinning around and around
He felt a brush of wings touching his head
Surely, but surely, he must be dead
But strength surged through him and he got to his feet
For the first time in years he felt well and complete

While doctors had no answers for his strange recovery
He never spoke about the things that he can see
For often when he looks out at the stars every night
He is often visited by the beings of light

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