Perhaps A Dream

Perhaps a dream would give thee hope, a better hope than thou hath known. Perhaps you'd listen, while I tell you, in a little...what you had. You had a garden here, a chance to grow, and children who are dear, a chance to love them, and to raise them straight...by telling them the truth;

That there is magic in this world, that you have hidden in the dark, that all the wonders they believed in, have existed from the start...that you replaced them with simulacrum that have no soul or heart...that you've intended to reduce their world to rubble...from your bunker, then...depart.

And they know that you've lied to them, intending them to fail, for you've kept the secrets from them, could've saved them all; free energy, and medicine...advanced a hundred years, would've ended every malady...given immortality, food to every starving soul.

You chose not the children, nor the creatures, of this world...but your selves alone.

Perhaps a dream would give them hope.


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: Russian artist Andrei Shiskin, Druid Priest