Out of nothing the day
becomes night;
All lights, all kind turns off;
Only darkness covers the earth;
And only loud cries can be heard.
Suddenly, little sparks of
dissipated lights appears
everywhere, but very few.
Lights that are like the flames
of a matchstick are far enough
from each other.
There’s been an “Oh!” from
all over the earth.
Movements, loud and
fast are heard.
All moving towards those
sparks of lights
nearby really fast, like running.
Loud cries of stumbles
in the dark;
Angry shouts of insults
even more;
Desperate crying of fears
from children,
Women and olds fills up the air.
To everyone’s surprise
and amazement,
Big long elongated objects
of fires
Have filled the air from
east to west,
And vice versa, as if fighting
each other.
The darkness stand still,
stuns and
Paste itself in, like forever.
While the sparks of
matches lights
Lowers down from its place.
Yet, their lights keep burning.
There is a sense of fears
and trembles in the dark,
murmurs of prayers
from the places of matches
are heard alone.
Loud cries of desperation
rules the earth.
“Oh, lights! Come to me!”,
many plead;
“Share your lights, bastards!”,
are also heard;
“Father in heaven, forgive me!”,
shouts others;
All different languages coming
from every corner of the earth.
Only, but only ones,
from the matchsticks
Nothing can be heard.
Just quietness.
And peace seems to be
present in them.
No one can reach them,
nor wind nor any blows
can turn them off.
Not too long comes thunders.
All flying objects of elongated flames
having shapes of a nuclear missiles
keep coming back and forth each other.
So heaven cries.
Thundered air spit rays of flames
Like electricity hitting below.
Then loud shouts of death
can be sensed,
not just from where the
elongated flames fall.
The writer’s hand shake so hard, trembling that it can’t
keep writing.
The paper where his story is written
has been erased by the tears from his eyes.
“Heaven forbid! God have mercy!”
