The late arrival of something very, very crucial in anything.
|In the cool spring wind, flowed just another average rotation of earth underway.
Something else was stirring in that cool wind, something of nothing this earth has
seen before. Something, that couldn't be touched, held, tested, or even seen. It was
a bonding, in the middle of no where involving 2 little nobody's. It was bliss, until it
The light gentle rain gave way to a gapping of emotions that will always remain with
the insignificant creatures. Though, it taught them something, something that isn't learned
through traditional ways, but learned through, a dark, terrible past, a dark upbringing
forging what was, the darkest bond ever created.
Two wrong's do not make a right, nor do two sinner's who've done wrong, and had been
shown wrong long before they knew right. It is a tearful tale of the fate that eventually
awaits even the passing of the ants that eat the corpse. Spirts will mourn, hearts will
burst will sadness before their beholders, most of all their sorrowful memories will haunt
them for the remainder of their existence.
For alas it was only because of The Late Arrival of their knowledge to their selves, The Truth.