A devil, running in the darkest of nights , running from the falling stars,

a devil running for the simplest of needs, faithless in the falling stars .
a child in a hut, full of starry marbles ,collecting a puzzle of a nights sky
a nights sky he once saw in a dream, a nights sky with no fallen stars
a marble, a cold fallen star, within it a dreamless universe of tiny little stars
There was anguished village that only had dim nights, blocked from sunlight,
imprisoned in a dry valley where the sun couldnt reach.
Where the devils stayed to get stoned for their explicit sins, depleted of rights.
Two devils hid their son from the unrealistic world, Bonum held them from falling off
the cliff of self-recognition , without him theyd have thought they deserve it along
with their kin.
Bonum the good devil had a hobby of collecting starry marbles from the meteor
shower, the boy devil wanted to see the outside, experience the meteor shower that
his father told him about and he dreamt about, how wonderful it is as he was told the
last scene his mother saw.
Father came back home smiling, hes bleeding, thats a good thing! the boy devil
thought, it means that he brought some marbles! From the meteor shower!
Bonum was excited to see his father, they dined together next to his painting like as
the boy gazes through the painted sky while his father gazed at him and his innocent
burning fire.
The day came and the boy waited and waited but his father never came back, the
ground shook once! A marble fell off its hole, the house shook a second second and
a marble fell twice, the boy heard the door knock, he looked to the right to be
comforted that everything will be all right, but there was another one on the roof, the
boy stepped back from the painting a foot, the sky is falling, as if theres a crowd
knocking on the roof equally the boy grasped breaths, the knocking stopped.. while
the boy hid his breath.
The ground jumped as if it was rammed from beneath.

The boy was knocked back on his back watching his painting scatters.
The ground cracked and marbles rolled in it, the boy sprinted to the meteor shower
outside as the cracks chased him and once he stepped out the house fell apart.
The boy gazed upon the night sky, and he found nothingness... then he found
something.. small.. shining, a small star starting to glare, yet it grows bigger and
bigger ,as its vivid light turn into blazing red , the boy shook and started running.
The stars chased him in a starry night.
He ran through the rubble to the edge of the town, climbing a hill into the grey forest,
resting on a dead tree looking back breathless, discovering the ruins of his house
from afar.
If only age wasnt measured by years the boy wouldve been grey and bushy of the
sight..
The meteor shower burning the village, haunting his ears, screams echo in the
hollow of the sunless valley in fears.
A day passed, another also, eating the dead grass in pain.
The fiery rain is not calming down.. until it suddenly stopped.. the sky slowly opened
and unexpectedly.. a mob of a different kin comes rushing from the highest slope of
the valley loud and angry, a kin with a red expressive face holding torches high.
Their kin flooded the village letting houses catch a fire from the blaze of their hateful
anger.
Father? The kid muttered, Father? The kid cried at the hollow walls, he trembled
upon a rock blindly following the voice, he tried to get up and another rock slipped
from under his hand, he rolled and rolled over his head off the hill until he lands
heavily on a common ground, and while weakly opening his blurry eyes, an arrow
bites his left arm, he runs and runs aimlessly through the haze of his town.
The boy finds himself in the heart of the village alone of his kin, surrounded by
blazing hateful eyes and fire.
He hears his father voice from the well behind him, the boy immediately jumps into
the well, unexpectedly landing on a smooth, soft yet moisty and reeking.. rotten
corpses within slimy water, the boy heard the pebbles fall, he dug under a body to
hide, longer and longer everything felt heavier, the slimy water rising, the boy cant
lift the body above him as the pebbles kept piling, his father voice is not replying but
something else spoke to him.. An apple.
An apple inviting him to avenge, an apple inviting him to be powerful enough, an
apple made him talk into his own head, hes crawling deeper, digging into the well of
corpses with his arms, reaching for it! to fill the hole in his soul, grasping it! only to
realize he was long dead.
Holding the glowing apple, bringing his body to the light discovering the body above
him that never left him, it was his fathersthe boy fumed in wrath crying his
eardrums out, his ears bled, his eyes went red, the veins are black and dead, the
boy is a soaring ghost whose soul is pled, whose purpose is to have anguish spread.