Denial and reality hit harsh.
As she collapsed into what was marsh.
Her crying made the heavens shed tears.
To compete with a girl of four years.
Her's combined and swallowed theirs.
Never again would they, spill from those eyes.

That ugly sword.
Bent, dented and twisted from misuse.
Landed in sodden earth beside a sticking stone.
Polished by muddy excuses.
Those he brought with him.
Matthew was a smart boy but.
He couldn't read.

Matthew heard her blow.
That stroke belonged to her yet.
Passed her by.
Nothing changed until.
Red chill removed a sleeve.

Janet hit a tree, it stopped moving.
Squeezing eased her pain it was alright.
Drowned fingers intertwined to clasp forevermore.
Around a plausible trunk that had to be.
Daddy.
Confused yet interested, a man's hand wiped a brow.
Clean of water, retrieved glinting from leather length and.
Raised his answer to desperate love.

Creaking doors moved by hands.
That held no form.
Twin shadows of maybe.
Awaited obscured and unknown.
She closed eyes not yet hers.
Bent knees and kicked feet uncut by time.
Puddles leapt aside, splashing into the unreality.
The refused truth.
Janet ran it quicker than Matthew.
Could grip his axe...

Unspeakable grief.
Couldn't handle it.
Had to run into the mist.
Beyond village limits.
It carved a path unknown.
Untouched perhaps there.
The rules were different.
Maybe they're waiting.
For me, Father, mother,
I'm coming...
It's them.
It has to be.

No telling a child of four.
How they'd been taken.
How they'd never come back.
No matter how long she waited.
Or how strong her will became.
They wouldn't drop in with the rain.
Couldn't reach that drain.
With arms deadened by spear.
To pull himself back into his daughter's...
Life of four fragile moments.