September 25th, 1974 the wind was blowing from the north; the moon set to the west. Under the Black, Ash Tree stands a great Temple. Five yards from there stands another two fearless warriors. One has somehow found his way in. Standing in front of the temple makes them a warrior; nevertheless, hope was untaken by their Demons. John William created his Demons to defend his very own malevolent. As the night gets deeper, the moon gets brighter but one way or another this dwelling is always the same for him. He calls it home.
John William is 75 years old US Veteran; his life has been driven by the shark of Wars. He has fought countless battles but still, he lost the war on his own identity! He played with fire and wanted to give up by losing the war but all he had to do was just fight. His county won the wars but he lost them all. Upright toward the temple 2 AM, William whispered,
“What made me a true warrior brother?” asked John William
“You have seen & lived it by yourself, I am way past all that, it’s time for you to reunite with us,” said John Richard
“Is this how all should end? Where life has no meaning!” asked John William
“Life was a mist until I met them between the gates of Heaven and hell,” said John Richard looking towards the temple.
“I hope to meet them soon. Time is never meant to be caged for your happiness of life,” Said John William.
“You have fought countless battles, what do you have to lose accept winning?” asked John Richard.
“I fought for them but who has fought for me?” asked John William.
Forty-nine summers have passed, all ends here. They just can’t believe how fast reality moves on the outside. William & Richard, once saw Black ash Tree when they were kids, but now, they are everywhere. The Black Ash Trees got themselves into a big damn hurry. There might be a thousand moons across the Galaxy but most of the stories of the mood remain untold; the same goes for life, where most of them have vanished within the blink of an eye. When the moonlight leads the night, the shadows are darker than the daylight; life may not end in a day but the darkness has a true significance where there is light!
As John Richard looks to the west, the mood has been covered by the dark clouds; the night is about to become darker than life.
“What made you come here this late night?” asked John Richard
“I came to see the Temple, it’s my home,” said John William
“I thought you have lost your home a long time ago when you’ve chosen war. But all ended up to your home,” said John Richard.
“Home! It’s hard to describe. Running from one foster home to another until the age of eighteen, people gave up on me easily but I just couldn’t give up on myself; at the age of nineteen my friend got me into this new place, but I don’t like it there. I had trouble sleeping at night. I had bad dreams; like I am falling, falling into an endless abyss. Used to wake up scared, shaken. Sometimes it took me a while to evoke, where the hell I was. It’s dreadful to live in fear, my parents knew it, and they knew it all too well. All I just want is to be back where life makes sense; where I won’t have to be afraid ceaselessly,” said John William.
“I wish I were with you brother, fear is not remarkable; but in the end, all fade away. What can make you greater if you’re not worthless in the first place?” asked John Richard.
“I have been worthless all my life but if those two souls of the standing Temple were with me, I’d be better and happier than I am now, I needed them badly,” said John William.
“It’s 4 AM, time for me to go, I’ll see you on the other side brother,” John Richard.
“Say that to the death,” said John William with tears on his eyes.
His tears have been unseen due to the darkness. He borrowed his tears from the past as the mood borrows his light from the sun. For the last time, the wind was blowing from the north; the moon set to the west. Under the Black, Ash Tree stands a great Tomb. Five yards from there stands another fearless warrior all alone now, looking to the right his very own brother fade away within shadows of the moonlight created by the Black Ash Tree like a thousand birds. They are sleeping forever in peace, his presents & brother were not there when he needed them, but all the scars were covered by his imaginary Temple! 5 AM, being tired of fantasy, John William left the cemetery. While crossing the road, it made him cross all his dreams. He was hit by a moving truck. While his soul flies away, he looks back, the way he was back then; he lived his best times. He saw everybody after a long time; as he saw his brother again he said, “I told you, Richard, say that to the death; here I am, Where All Home End”.
