The Defiance

His feet were trembling, tears staining his soot laden face. He stared at the far
mountains, desperate to sight the sheer end of those colossal marvels. He looked
at the dark soft sky, his vision piercing right through the thick cold fog, as if
mocking the existence of the almighty himself. Would it bring any father such
content to witness his son kneel to the malevolent, extirpating his body and soul
in the laughter of the damned, he thought to himself. The snow cusped his feet,
his hands moist, sweaty. A child and wife reported an old man. Some men
acknowledged his pain, other walked by, trudging in the silky white snow,
bolstering their own sorrow through the night. The ashes danced through the
lugubrious sky, oblivious of its forlorn dissent from the bodies of thousands of
men and women who fell prey to the tyranny of a tyrant that made the almighty
bid for his own throne. Maybe were not really going to wonderland daddy
declaimed a child to his father, who hurriedly hid him back under his coat,
meekly eyeing the officers, as if to apologize for his sons blasphemy. They say
theyre preparing us for war sighed a man, he lowered his monocle.