I burnt Myself
A cool night, when the full moon and sparkling stars can be described as the magical, mystical, beautiful honey and nothing else, only I knew that it was not honey - the stars where angry honey bees. I had lost it all, my fame, my glory, my happiness, my family, my love; it was all snatched away from me, by greed and selfishness. The warrior who lost his kingdom was lying on the terrace of his house, staring at the honey sky, stung by the honey bees of guilt... correction, I wasn't the warrior who lost everything, I was the traitor who betrayed everything. "It was a waste my friend. You are the screwed Scrooge, except this is no dream. You are the reality that Scrooge was afraid of, that the future ghost showed him", my best adviser, my most loyal servant, my cruel conscience whispered in my heart. "But you can change it. Do you know what really matters? What you care for the most in this world? The most valuable, the most precious... what ought to be protected with everything you have. Do you know what it is? Do you know how you can achieve it?" I knew all the answers. Mountains of gold, hectares of land, tons of cash and everything a princess deserved, my daughter will get. The will was signed and locked in my safe, and I was staring at the moon which questioned my very existence. "Alright moon, I am coming. All my life I have sinned, and did nothing to mend it. But now I want to get things fixed, and I will", with that victorious smile I walked, happily, towards the edge of my terrace and continued walking. I did not stretch my arm or scream for help, because I was proud - I had fixed everything, now they will be proud of me. A soft breeze took my to the shining moon, the honey bees had disappeared; there was only honey left now, magical, mystical, beautiful honey and nothing else.
