For I shall spit my last breath at thee with all the hatred that lays in mine heart and with damn thee till the end of days that thee will wander the Earth alone and unloved, unable to reach out and touch those that surround you. I curse thee so that all that thee touches turns to dust and thee will never be able to stop the knawing of thy hunger nor will thee be able to slake thy thirst till the coming of Ragnarok.

The death curse of one of my character's for a story I'm writing. If I could draw I'd make a web comic but I can't. Inspired sort of from Moby Dick.