Heaven Denies

Too much noise from the storms.
They were overhead, thundering and ranting as though they were complaining at Ergot for being near them, in their lovely presence.
Straightening his back, cracking his neck sideways. He wrapped himself in his cape, put his hood over his eyes, and walked, transfixed, like a monk. He hunched over his lute to protect it from the drenching rain that had started coming down. Kept sipping his ale, shivering until he was close to frozen, and his ale was half empty.
Sweet light filtered through the trees.
Ergot looked up.
"Ah, no, a town, let me guess. Wonder if they have a decent spot for sleeping bards to lie."
Then he started laughing.
"Maybe this is where the Queen of the Reich lives. The Queen of the Reich, yeah, she's calling for you."
Ergot cracked an imaginary whip,
"Whhh-csssh.
"Your soul's in the way, it belongs to the Queen of the Reich!"
Tears filled his eyes at the thought. Laughter echoed through the rapidly thinning forest. The rain stopped, and a wind started blowing, cold and very humid, mist encircling the crazy
But Ergot didn't care. He grabbed his lute and started playing random strings and plucks, over and over, faster and faster, dizzying and so beautiful while entangling his fingers in the insanity of his own actions. Exhaustion soon tore at him, but who would care... Finally he fell to the wet forest floor and dropped into unconsciousness.