MY CROWS

Have I ever told you why I don't let anyone touch the knob of my backdoor? Or why my neighbours freeze when they see me? Or why the lady nextdoor forbid her daughter from playing with me? You should see how fast she scatters away on the sight of me. I don't care anyway, I would do the same if I were her.

I have a bunch of crows I hold captive willingly in a tiny open cage in my balcony. Weird right? But only to you dear.

I live on the top most floor of my apartment. The breeze up there is always cool but it "sometimes gets lonely at the top". A familiar phrase that one.....

Well my loyal friends keep me company good time. They have made it more of a custom that they have a daily schedule of when and who goes out to the caves to offer prayers and the usual. Every morning before I fly away, we have a little chit chat and some catch up devotion. My crows are mostly filled with news of who has become what, which forests are the most safe now, what landmarks have been crossed and treaties broken and more so the specific territories to refrain from.

But today, my balcony was dead silent! I switched on my black light and my friends were nowhere to be seen. Tension and shock almost crashed me as I tried to silence the night. My dragon lamp has been put out, must be the doom roaming around. Only that cunning creature has the ability to do that. I flap my wings to summon all the living spirits of the dusk. It's 3am in the mortal world, a very fine afternoon in my world. Time is not on my side as I can see angels and demons tidying up their day activities ready to go back to their homes.

There comes a time in life when haste and hurry are worshipped and appreciated; this was that time. Something had to be done before Mr Sun woke up. A collision of day and night is a forbidden taboo that has been avoided and respected at the expense of freedom of the night gods. And just then, from a distance I smell the odour of my evil uncle, Death. He has this uncouth tendency of visiting without notice or even an invitation.

All was clear now; the fates of that specific unwelcome guest.

For a moment, I didn't move an inch. A wave of fury and pain clenching my lungs and chest. There's a raven trying to wave at me in the darkness. I understood. As I draw nearer, there she was. On the ground, her lifeless body shinning like the simmering rays of light from the sea during the eve hours. My crows were restless from that wave of the situation.

It's chaos, in the midst of solitude.

My friend HOPE is gone, without even a chance to say goodbye. My uncle Death took away my hope. 

I stood there broken, bitter and betrayed. 

Dear reader, I'm confused. Tell me what you think is better. I am unsure which pain is worse - the shock of what happened OR the ache for what never will.

This war between my uncle Death and my family Happiness needs to end; and if it's to happen, it will be at the mercy of my sword, fangs or my flame.

            Dear 'Hope' go well. I promise to look for you in every lifetime there's and love you there.

@lilacmwesh ✍️