Seven Bees

Clarissa Garcia

by Clarissa Garcia

Story

When seven bees were flying, to the horizon and beyond,Lead by the sound of crying, of carnation and marigold

A murder they witnessed, on ther long and endless flight

It was brutal, cold as ice. And as they kept on flying, one of them got out of sight

When six bees were flying to the horizon and beyond, lead by the sound of crying, of carnation and marigold

The murder they witnessed, the senseless overkill

now one by one passed,til not one of them was left

When five bees were flying, to the horizon and beyond, lead by the sound of crying, of bitter-sweet carnation and lonely marigold

The horizon they dreamt of, a stripe of liquid gold

Then they were dissapointed,by the dustbowl they found

When four bees were flying, to the dust and beyond, lead by the sound of drying, of carnation and marigold

Again they saw the murderer, now suddenly good as gold

Tried to save what so passionately he destroyed, but time couldn’t be hold

When three bees were flying, to the vacuum and beyond, lead by the sound of dying, of carnation and marigold

Now the murderer was tamed, but was done, couldn’t be undone

The victim laughed in mockery, the murderer cried in shame

When two bees were flying, to the moon and beyond, lead by the sound of rotting of mud and lifeless dust

The dust, oh yes, it caught him, into a dry dry grave.

Now the victim killed the murderer, ever heard of that?

When one bee was flying, to the sun and beyond, lead by the sound of crying, of emptiness and dust.







© Clarissa Garcia 2024-03-19

Genres
Novels & Stories
Moods
Mysteriös, Dark, Sad