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By Thunder Angel Thus he was
found,... standing in the statuary garden upon a breathy winter's
twilight. A child's poem in his hand was the hammer's blow that
shattered his stone heart. Where have all his children gone? All
that is around him are the stone figures that stand hauntingly still
and silent within the bitter snow's moonlit lustre. The naked
forest, scantly clothed with traces of white stands just beyond the
garden of stone with a frozen fountain at it's center. There stands the man with
everything to give but himself. His children had often screamed at
him that they would soon run away if he did not show them the
respect that was due them. All they asked for was his time, but he
gave toys instead. They wanted a listening ear, but he turned to
them his icy back and walked away. The death of innocence
comes to the womb of fragility. With cold hand it rips,... it tears
assunder the helpless child in the only world she ever knew, then it
comes to her brother.... beating him until nothing is left but dust
upon the wind. All their hopes of tenderness is dashed. Heaven's
gifts... sent back in pieces. The lagacy of abandoned fatherhood
begins again. His children are soon to be no more. Aborted by the
cruelest hand of all... rejection. Soon he became angry.
Yelling at his wife and cursing the little-ones. He was so consumed
with his work that he was oblivious to the division he had inflicted
upon his family. The children often ran to the garden near the
forest to play in the fountain, or to escape the ceaseless fighting
that filled the mansion halls. He was too stupored by his own
ambition to see what ever and always laid before him. His wife moved out and left
him with the children. Twas the bitter blade in the tender hearts
that finally brought the end. He pulled the poem slowly from the
table and unfolded it to his demise. O horrors of Hell,... none to
give remorse for what he has accomplished. His gaze afixed upon
those fragile words. his mind taken prisoner... for they read...
"Dearest Daddy. We know you work so hard. Dearest Daddy, your'e here
and yet so far. Dearest Daddy, we tried to love you through it all
but, Dearest Daddy you just let us take the fall. We can never
forgive you Dearest Daddy,... you never showed us how. You hurt us
all so much, so we are dead to you now. O, why did you do this, you
were so dear to us before. We prayed but, now your'e just a memory
we abhore. Dearest Daddy, you shattered our brittle dreams. Now we
must fly home to Heaven upon these broken wings. Dearest Daddy... we
hate you...." With floods of remorse that
none could contain, his face did drown in pity. For, in his work to
better his family he ironically destroyed them. He cast the chair
away and fled into the fading light. He desperately wanted to save
his children. He ran through the unbearable drifts that had fallen
within that horrid hour, with each falling flake a lovely specter
drifting by millions to the white laden ground. His thoughts a
raging torrent of unceasing remorse, his tears too hot to freeze. He
cries for his little loves but only the wind in mocking... replies.
He finally made it to the
place that the children once laughed and played. He saw the dark
grey figures standing stoic and resigned. They encircled the garden
that once bare joy and frolicking adventures of innocence. The
fountain of delight now laid waste by winter's chill, all that was
good and sweet now stands an eternal testament to the tragedy of
abandoned need. The longing of the child is no more. They are
forever gone,... the fruit of their father's legacy.
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