T4

…walking at midnight was just the same.

 

The temperaments had quelled, subsided under the condensation of fear. Ya sure, it could be argued that this outcome was already written in the stars, penned in a notebook by the grand sorcerer himself, Quando. Somehow though, given the nature of human spirit and the classes that were taught amongst its young, the surety waned like a paper-mâché puppet on a puppy masticated string.

 

Wasn’t it just twenty-fours before, maybe forty-seven and one half, that all the luster and sheen was paraded out and praised with exaltation of the highest regard, proclaiming such a dominance over everything that was good and just? Oh, tender are those moments when time passes through without even the slightest regard.

 

Now, when all hope had been dashed aside by an ever so faux handshake and pearly smarm that one could wretch, a call was being made to stay calm, play board games, placate the wee ones with suckers and floss and “just wait it out, will you!” There is never so fine an instance when the caution is sliced with a bloodied bayonet… never.

 

Musical accompaniment: ’The Foggy Dew’ – The Chieftains (with Sinead O'Connor)

 

Done