jackiecarden

The Journey

The clock struck one ad the fog covered the sky for miles and would not retreat,
It rolled through the air starting at the sky line and ending down on the street,
It was cold and damp but he did not care,
He waited for the right moment to make his move and enter the house if he dared,
The house where the screaming and anger was loudly heard but suddenly the lights went dim,
The strange sensation of death was felt as the fog rolled in.
Quiet as a mouse he floated into the house right through the front door,
It seemed as if he was levitating above the floor.
His flowing black gown resembled darkness and death,
Inhaling and exhaling loudly with every breath.
He entered the living room where he found the “victim” lying across a chair,
Soaked with blood and no longer able to take in air.
She wore nothing but a gown worn for bed,
Not knowing her life would end that night by the man she once loved and chose to wed.
Earlier that evening her husband had come home smelling of an unfamiliar perfume and gin and tonic,
Denying any wrong doing, yet the whole thing was ironic.
She asked many questions and the accusations he denied,
She became furious and upset the more he lied.
His anger took over and he threw her against the stair well,
Her body hit so hard against the wood and her head began to swell.
The fight finally ended with the crash of the glass frame,
Across her head and taking her life, things would never be the same.
Her husband was so full of rage and unsure of what to do or who to tell,
So he grabbed his car keys and left his house of hell.
But HE was still there in that house to take her away,
To bring her soul to GOD and start a new day.
His suit wasn’t black after all, it was clean and glowing white,
He wasn’t scary either as he crept into her house in the middle of the night.
Wrapping his arms around the woman and lifting her up into the fog of unknown,
Leaving her battered life on earth and beginning a new one with the man on the throne.
GOD was his name and he welcomed her with open arms and hands,
Never judging just loving and accepting her into his Eternal Land.

written by: Jacqueline Carden (copyright 08)