The Life.

I saw you ever so young and innocent; fresh from your mothers nurture but so far from common sense. You never knew that with her dying breath she wished for me; the one they all worship, to protect you no matter the cost. The costs were great but I granted her wish. And yet I failed in the long run.

 

Ever so young just flying your kite. To this day the kite still flies, always airborne. No child nor adult; animal nor fiend can touch it. Your legacy still lives through that kite. I shall explain to myself once more, reassure myself; once more.

 

Just you, the kite and the tree that was planted in remembrance of your mother. You were so innocent and naïve but I still protected you. When you fell I dulled the pain. When you were bullied I made them pay. It was well within my power. Your life was good.

 

Then on that one day; that seemingly insignificant day. Oh, if only I could turn back THE clock I would act a thousand different ways to prevent what happened.

 

That morning you looked so forward to. Watching the birds was your passion. You had said your prayers and done good deeds so I let you have a treat; sightings of the rarest birds within that area. But you were interrupted, by her.

 

You fell for her many a time. No matter what happened you were always by her side. She cheated on you; you always forgave her. She attacked and blamed you; you convinced yourself it was just the pressure of menstruation on her body and the pain she was in.

 

You never blamed her.

 

Many a good time you had with her up at that tree. You couldn’t see what she was. But I did.

 

How many times were you told to say away from her? How many people explained the differences between you two? How many times did she be too busy for you? That was all my doing. And yet; you stayed with her.

 

I went to greater lengths: making her cheat on you again and again. Influencing others to make her become indebted. But to no avail. You always stood by her.

 

Finally; I cracked. She got attacked and killed. You stood by her coffin and grave. You stayed by her grave day after day. As the tree grew so did your shadow.

But when you found the pictures; oh when you found the pictures; everything became clear to you. Those days were your clearest. You forgot about her and lived your life. Only seven long years too late.

 

Every night at dusk, you would go up to that grave and stare right into it; wondering how could you be so blind. You prayed to me; and I eased your pain.

 

Yet; I was too slow to react when her “second man” attacked you. You lay there; so full of life one moment and then you were walking through my gates and conversing with the cleric of judgement.

 

You asked of her fate and you were told that she was receiving her punishment. As with every one else you were asked if you wanted her to be freed to go to the eternal walk.

 

Your exact words; “F**k her.”