An angel.Ангел

The beat of her tiny heart – neither broken by cutting winds that storm around the skyscrapers’ shadows nor streets resembling multiple crucifixes – was still pulsing…

People are slowly dying there while burning each other with dark hatred and anger…

A pale tiny face of a fragile girl called Fantasy was hiding behind this small gentle heart…

Nothing can please this town of crucifixes that belong to slain souls…

People aimlessly roam about streets in their search for bread and circuses…

Their faces — ugly from bile — gloomily mock those who are still able to admire the occasionally growing grass and are self-forgetfully listening to the murmur of trees which gives them a wandering faint smile and brings hope…

When it starts to rain a joyless crowd of people will shrink into the corners of their houses since the warm summer rain washes the swollen dirt away from their bodies and their skin starts to stink disgustingly and itch…

And only occasional people remaining in the streets raise their ecstatic faces upon the sky and thank the Creator under the insatiably angry glare of the filthy watching crowd…

The crowd is screaming and yelling when looking at their happy freshened faces…

After the rosy summer rain is gone filthy people run out of their homes and start spilling filth on daredevils with heart-rending laughter and wild jeers…

Since this town has been settled by people it began to cover itself with the aura of evil and devilry…

To avoid being intimidated and crushed pale righteous men who like pure rain and the clear sky slowly die behind the iron doors of their apartments and houses…

The town was filling with stinky smell of the dead where the mad crowd was seeking new show and violence like a pack of hungry yard dogs…

 The crowd started when this pale little girl wearing white came out of her house and slowly limping made her way towards the old broken pool with clean splashing water smelling like heaven. And smiling and splashing her face she silently dipped her small rosy hands into this water and walked into it…

Yelling from resentment the crowd maliciously started and directed its steps to her …

Stones and thorny branches were thrown at her…

As if without noticing the beginning deadly hail the girl was spinning sweetly while being fondled by the shining cheerful water…

But then she wobbled and started to collapse slowly when a sharp rock hit her in the temple and streamlets of blood flew down her white dress…

 Like an injured bird she quietly waved her tiny hands trying to rise into this luring clear blue sky but she fell into stained vinous water hearing an approving cry from the crowd…  

 Iron grey clouds appeared out of nowhere and – with a reverberating thunder — they rained down streams of hellish lightning upon the mad crowd which rolled like a fireball into the cellars of their dirty shelters. Squealing and wailing this crowd was leaving its bloody trace along with charred dirty bodies…

The pool filled with clean water and – like a white sail stained with red blots — the girl’s little body moved into the water rivers raving in the town…

Her hardly breathing body was drifting slowly and the raft that came across it cautiously picked it up…

One hour later everything was over…

The name of this town has never been mentioned by people any more…

And the raft which pulled up to a high shore carefully handed her over to the strong branches of a mighty oak where the happy face of a white angel lit up…

He flew off this green mountain and whirled away very high to light the stars forgotten by people a long time ago – the stars that threw light upon her way into the pulsating  bowels of the eternal universe where one could hear her clear laughter…

A long time ago he forgot and forgave the people who disappeared in this world….

Автор: magsaund

Образование высшее, экономист. Живу осмысленно, имею привычку думать самостоятельно, т.к. всегда учусь чему то и имею свое мнение, и понимаю, что каждый несет свою ношу. Если ноша бросается, начинаются плохие привычки.

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