Fading Away
454 Words
As woke up I saw my soldiers taking Aerza away and I stood there in one corner, feeling helpless. I couldn"t let them do this to Aerza. I wanted to help her and as I walked towards her my body felt numb. I couldn"t feel my legs. As I looked around I saw them carrying a dead body. I went further to see who it was. It was me...I lay there smeared in blood. And all of a sudden I was in dilemma. How could it be?If I was lying there, how could I be standing here? I felt very light and I couldn"t feel my body. Then I realized,I was dead.
Series of incidents kept happening in the palace and I watched everything without being able to render any help to my family. My screams, my wailing cries could not be heard by anybody. I was still wandering around, because my body had not been buried yet,people wanted my killer to be dead before my burial.
A few days later, my soldiers took Aerza for trial. They asked her a few questions and she told them what the truth was.Finally they placed her head on a wooden plank and chopped it off. I wanted to cry out loud and kill everyone, standing there but I couldn"t. If I were alive, my heart would have bled in this pool of atrocities. The rage of my heart would have burned the city down. But I couldn"t feel my heart, for it wasn"t there. My feelings too became numb with the passage of time. They buried me after that and my mother shouted my name in pain...
"Nichole...Nichole...Nichole..."
I felt like was being elated from the ground. All my memories flooded my mind and it all felt like it was yesterday.
The angel of my heart,
the devil of my mind,
the pain in my eyes,
the smile on my lips,
the beauty of my face,
the wickedness of my thoughts,
the vengeance in my deeds,
the stars of my nightsky,
the constellations of my galaxies,
all fade away, what stays back is this worthless name,
what dies is my heart, my body,
for my soul remains,
remains to bring me back or maybe bury me here,
in the agony and fury of nature,
in the warmth of my mother"s womb,
what remains of me is mere memories,
that too in someone else"s nightsky...
Death is inevitable. It has to come. What do we live for, what do we strive for our whole lives? What do we lament upon? Why do we melt in the lava of hatred and vengeance. Why do we even exist...Why are we born?
Maybe just to go to our wreath again...
- Writer
