The father, the daughter and the sons,
All huddled together,
Each trying to protect the others from Azrael,
We knew that this particular apple had been rotting for years,
It was only a matter of when,
And today was that day,
The apple plummeted to the ground and hit the floor with an almighty thud,
Smashing as it hit the ground.
Azrael bent down and took the pieces,
He looked me in the eyes and smiled.
It was strange, not a wicked smile as I would have thought Azrael to have.
But an apologetic smile.

I watch as the apple was taken up to the sky, and my gaze lowered back down,
The sun had faded and the moon now as bright as the eyes of the lost.
The huddle had faded, and left was a son and daughter,
Together,
Comforting each other
Not letting the memories fade.