I tip-toed down the street,

minding my own with time,

remember that day clearly,

tho dark and foggy it be later afternoon,

no shine.

the boy the boy,

he stared at me with those eyes,

helpless helpless frightened eyes,

And merely did I slide on by,

I could hear him cry,

with every step I could feel the chains,

it was his slavery of the moment that claimed me,

Shivers running up my spine and out my breath,

the only shudder that uttered anything as I turned away,

to flee,

he was innocent,

and I was a coward.

From stepped did run through the forest,

for later tho to late did my conscious pull me,

“Save the boy! Save the boy!”

It did pleaded,

“Save your brother!”

How swiftly did my feet move,

down the pathway of the forest traveled by many of feet,

Bumping a lone man startled etching deep my mind,

grimly a smile that haunt me for years after death,

the man was gone.

“Brother! where are you !”

Falling on the patch of leaves the loudest crunch one could ever hear,

Taunting, unforgiving, unrelenting,

The destination had finally been reached,

yet no one was there,

“brother….”

“I am here” said in the midst of the leaves “follow me, follow me…”

the words stained red like a painted velvet carpet,

that doom and despair “find me for I am almost there…”

There the barn wooden and old abandoned for years,

did seem lively again,

the boy, my brother came here,

here he hid from me on countless occasions we played,

1….2….3….4…5…

Again we are here it is his time to hide,

The wind shrilled with child like laughter of friends in spring,

perhaps a memoir from him to me.

The leaves falling from the trees, 

in autumns darker days,

everything will die off for the winter,

but I must find the boy, the boy,

Would it not be declared that this is not his place to be alone,

Again I ran, 

“I’ll find you! I’ll sow the seams of life back into you!”

Crouched in the back,

there the lovely boy did kneel,

propped like a porcelain doll,

“brother! I’m here, returned I’m back..”

and embraced did hug his back to my chest,

seeping through his close warmth that contrasted harshly,

against the coldness of his small pale hands,

the dye that made everything seem black and white imprinted on my white dress,

the sin I had try to abandon now brightly swayed in the wind and breeze,

making the ruffles dance,

the dance of death that might unit me and the boy,

me and my little brother.

Now they will pry me from his hand,

forgive me my brother,

I will never leave you again,

and thus engulf the barn,

in purposeful flame,

my love, my family,

I will always watch you.