The Leader

just something

There he sits. A man of peace. The leader of peace. He changed the world. Created a period of understanding. Where the whole world truly understood, helped, and lived. And now there he sit above us all. Admiring his people. Raindrops fall. He stares at the sky. Eyes go blank. The leader goes far back into his mind. . haunted by memories. .his past life, all his pain. . that he locked away in order to gain his status. Rage builds inside. .the rage that has build up for so long. .wind. . the rain drops splatter,stinging our bodies. His eyes close, lips part. Fists raised. He screams. Every living being stops. . every heart is still . Every eye looks towards his tower. . his isolation. There he stands. Screaming cursing the gods in his madness! Screams cover the world! Screams that make even the demons frightened. But here we stand with him. . our heads lowered. Hand in hand. Eyes tearing  at seeing the one who brought us paradise feel so much pain. We look up as his screams become a beautiful song of love, lost, lonliness,pain,beatings,betryal. ..the song of life! Such a beautiful voice. .the wind slienced.. . the rain soft. They are only tears of pity. . the sky gray . .eyes still closed . .he sings on. Oh the sadness, his voice so soft yet still heard by all. Every living being  stands, sits, listening, crying. Oh the sorrow in his voice. Alas his song comes to and end . .rain stops. Birds remind us of his song, the sky still gray, slowly he opens his eyes and looks down upon us . He smiles, he need not speak words, and goes back inside his tower. . .his isolation
-Condemnednick