O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue
To drown the throat of war! When the senses
Are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness,
Who can stand? When the souls of the oppressed
Fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand?
When the whirlwind of fury comes from the
Throne of God, when the frowns of his countenance
Drive the nations together, who can stand?
When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle,
And sails rejoicing in the flood of Death;
When souls are torn to everlasting fire,
And friends of Hell rejoice upon the slain,
O who can stand? O who hath caused this?
O who can answer at the throne of God?
The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it!
Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it!
~William Blake, "Prologue, intended for a Dramatic Piece of King Edward the Fourth"
Trean and Zarael-- the end of the story.
After finding out that during their whole relationship, Zarael had been secretly masterminding a plan to exterminate earth's human population and was hellbent on seeing it to its end, she had no choice but to stop him by any means necessary... and even though he loved her back, he was forced to do the same.
At this time, unbeknownst to her, she's carrying his child.
I've had this picture in my head for YEARS; I was just never confident enough to try it. It's not perfect, I know; it has some problems; but I'm pleased nonetheless.
The music that goes with this is Loreena McKennitt's "Lullaby": [link]
Something about it--the thunder, the poem, the drama--even though it's not loud or "epic", it's made me think of the aftermath of Trean and Zarael's final confrontation with each other for a very long time; her regret, the potential consequences had she chosen love over saving humanity.
Pen and PS.Leeetle edit: How is Trean staying up in the air?
She has levitation boots. Also, I pictured her in mid-leap in this picture. Either way, airborne.