Reflections Of An Amateur

The Tragic Symphony

A Tragic Symphony

By Jamilla.

"I don't understand."

The small boy whispers,

As tears fall from his eyes,

And his poor brain sputters.

The smartly dressed officer,

Stoops to one knee,

And repeats what he said-

That  tragic symphony.

"Your parents have passed."

The officer said.

The words shattered

And the sound echoed in the boy's head.

"I don't understand," he cries again.

"What do you mean, are they dead?"

The heavy hearted officer with his head bowed low,

Closed his eyes and simply murmured, "Yes. It is so."

 The sad little boy,

Quite overcome with grief,

Grasped at his chest

And fell at the officer's feet.

That poor little boy,

Is no longer so,

As from that day on,

He ceased to glow.

A dark aura,

Steeped him in violence and hate

The death of his parents, forever changed his fate.