assasin's grief
an old oak tree stood firm on top of a hill. it overlooked the entire world. the tree had witnessed countless events - some historic, some personal. it had witnessed empires rise and crumble, misery, drought, wars. But none could prepare it to watch the torment of one man's soul.
the tree stood peacefully as it looked over the world on one glorious day. it was marveling at the worlds beauty when a stranger came and sat beneath its branches. the tree wondered what the man was doing. it seemed as if he was there to relax and that always made the tree happy - seeing people sit at its roots and ease away the pain of life. the tree felt that its worth when people come to treat it as their sanctuary. but as the tree gladly accepted this stranger, it felt something burn from within the man. a feeling the tree has never felt before. the tree wondered what it was and it decided to take a closer look at the man.
the next moments were unforgettable for the tree. as it surveyed the man, it quickly realized that the man's hands were blood stained. his eyes were hollow and as cold as death. the tree was taken aback. the man has clearly killed. the man laid down and the tree was given a better view of his visitor. his eyes said everything the tree had to know. this man had seen enough bloodshed to last the tree's lifetime. he exchanged gold for life - his and others. the eyes of the stranger frightened the tree. it was as if an arctic breeze went by as he looked deeper.
"how can a man live through a life with the burden of death in his conscience?" the tree asked itself. the man noticed the tree and wondered how old the tree was. he circled the tree once and then stared at it for a few moments. and in that single moment they had a connection. the tree realized that the man was not alive. his dead soul was trapped inside a living vessel. a wall of torment. a cage of suffering. the tree felt sorry for the man. so it opened its heart and offered the man its embrace. the man felt this offer. but instead of returning the warmth, he carved his name on the tree. it was not what the tree expected, but this was how the man shared himself to the tree. with a single word the tree felt the man's pain. the man tapped the tree with the lightest touch - it was as if the tree had been touched by innocence. but the tree knew otherwise. "well, I'm off." said the man. "i have a job to do." with these parting words the man left.
the evening sun was peaking in the horizon and the tree cried as it watch the man leave. hollow, alone, and trapped.
the tree stood peacefully as it looked over the world on one glorious day. it was marveling at the worlds beauty when a stranger came and sat beneath its branches. the tree wondered what the man was doing. it seemed as if he was there to relax and that always made the tree happy - seeing people sit at its roots and ease away the pain of life. the tree felt that its worth when people come to treat it as their sanctuary. but as the tree gladly accepted this stranger, it felt something burn from within the man. a feeling the tree has never felt before. the tree wondered what it was and it decided to take a closer look at the man.
the next moments were unforgettable for the tree. as it surveyed the man, it quickly realized that the man's hands were blood stained. his eyes were hollow and as cold as death. the tree was taken aback. the man has clearly killed. the man laid down and the tree was given a better view of his visitor. his eyes said everything the tree had to know. this man had seen enough bloodshed to last the tree's lifetime. he exchanged gold for life - his and others. the eyes of the stranger frightened the tree. it was as if an arctic breeze went by as he looked deeper.
"how can a man live through a life with the burden of death in his conscience?" the tree asked itself. the man noticed the tree and wondered how old the tree was. he circled the tree once and then stared at it for a few moments. and in that single moment they had a connection. the tree realized that the man was not alive. his dead soul was trapped inside a living vessel. a wall of torment. a cage of suffering. the tree felt sorry for the man. so it opened its heart and offered the man its embrace. the man felt this offer. but instead of returning the warmth, he carved his name on the tree. it was not what the tree expected, but this was how the man shared himself to the tree. with a single word the tree felt the man's pain. the man tapped the tree with the lightest touch - it was as if the tree had been touched by innocence. but the tree knew otherwise. "well, I'm off." said the man. "i have a job to do." with these parting words the man left.
the evening sun was peaking in the horizon and the tree cried as it watch the man leave. hollow, alone, and trapped.
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