Brave New World - Metaphors and their use

All good things, must come to an end.

He was man again. Blood flowed once again through those impenetrable eyes, as the encapsulating white mist that screened his pupils, and his soul; shattered and fell to the ground before him. It was as if he was reborn, his eyes hatched, and he was a man once again, a human being, and beside him was a woman, an angel. The bringer of life to him, who had been without her touch for countless nights. Now she had come back to him, he was whole again.

He stood before her, protective and loving, but from what? Only those who saw it could describe the beast of so many shadows. It loomed before him, out and beyond his control, now that he had peace again. It was hopeless, but if he had to sacrifice life again, then it seemed only fitting it would be for she who loved him. The only one who loved him. The only one left in his world.

With fire in its eyes, the creature had new intent, to destroy the one who had woken it from peaceful slumber for mill...