CRAM
05-20-2003, 07:25 AM
The boy went down to the lake and cursed it for its anguish. The boy said, "No more will I see the lake again as I always did." He stayed the whole time and when the sun started to go down he just stayed. But when night fell he saw something he never had before. The moon glimmering on the lake, but not too much light to see everything and especially detailed, but enough to see what else was there. He walked the waters edge to get to the other side of the lake where he had never been and he came upon those shadow images of the night before. The were holding a trophy of some sort that only resembled that of his in his room at his house. The color of night went from a dark grey to a deep red in his eyes. He picked up a large stick from the ground. As he now knew that these people never took the time to appreciate what nature has to show and offer. Or hear what else is out there. They can only see and hear themselves. Like an animal stalking its prey, with the moonlight just shining in enough to see the people moving about, he pounces swinging vigorously. The people had no idea what hit them. And as each fell bloody and beaten, the boy could not see the horrible sight for there was not enough light. All he could see were three men laying peacefully asleep. "For as the dark is the peace in this world, for it hides all the painful sounds and sights," he said. And from that day forth, he never woke to a sunny morning again, only to a moonlit sky for his hunting.
The End
The End