The Observer

He gallantly stepped out, and all flustered was she. The Observer fell, in silent defeat.

Paced up and down, looked in and out. The worry shows, an ant can tell.

This is not his first time here, you bloody imbecile.

Broken and downcast, the Observer longed to yell.

He was sick. The Observer, no less. She stooped over him. Medicine in hand. The Observer hid, with a swollen tear gland.

She reveled blatantly, in all his greatness. The Observer sighed, in thorough soreness.

Somewhere in a distant land... the skies turned black.

That noon, that second... the Observer stopped living.



Extracted from The Twisted Mind by Seth