Sygzygy - A Divine Tragedy

Chapter 11

A Gift from Death

Under a tree

Scared and alone

Stood a man of straw

He was called to Scarecrow.

He would sing

To the birds and Death

About how he wished for a life

But always be called Scarecrow.

On a day

As dark as the moon anew

Death silently gifted him

To scare the crows and sing

So he was always called as Scarecrow.

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          “Are you sure you don’t want to come?” I asked Emy before heading into the café just a few minutes ago.

            “Yeah, I just need to get some homework done and call my brother; he’s supposed to be getting into town soon. So, catch up with me tomorrow and tell me all about this.” I said I would and walked inside, now waiting for this very strange person who told me – not specifically – to wait at Luna’s café. So, where was she?

            “Me boy, what are ya wait tin’ for?” Luna asked me just after I had waited what seemed far too long for this would be now lady.

            “I’m waiting for this woman that should be an expert on the history of Fifth Street, so I wanted to talk to her, but I don’t think she’s here.”

            “Who ever is she?”

            “Constance Weathers.” Luna thought on the name for a bit, I guess going back through her people radar.

            “Yeah, ya know her, but she been sick for ah day or so. I was goin’ to go by soon, but I neveh ‘ave de excuse. I’ll take ya wit me.” That lifted me up when she said that, almost too literally as I almost spilt my hot chocolate.

            “Wonderful, thanks Luna.”

            “Oh, don’t tank me yet, I just know de garl.” So, just like that, I was getting closer to the answers I needed. I didn’t know if it was just for this really lame school assignment or something, but I felt like I needed to know more, as if there was a piece of me hiding that I could find if I talked to this Constance.

            Luna left with me in a hurry, saying she didn’t want any of the food to get cold, but I didn’t mind, I liked that we were hurrying because I couldn’t wait to get answers. Thing was, no matter how fast we went, it seemed to take forever to get to the other side of town. The thought of hours going by seemed to slow me down even more, but my determination began to take autopilot and lead me on, forcing each step of mine to be faster and more concentrated. Several times, Luna would look back, I guess to see if I was still there, but then she’d turn and look ahead again, continuing on with anticipation. When I thought I couldn’t take no more, I saw a little shack that was aglow with light and heat radiating, making me think of Emy.

          “Dis is de place.” Luna said, approaching the grotesque looking door with the peeled paint and different colored boards that held the place together.