Moonfall

The family sits all neat and proper

At their perfect table in their perfect house

While the sad little man in the TV says

"The moon will fall."

The moon will fall

The mother cries

The father shouts

And little Jimmy does not understand

But the Red Dress Girl just sits on the floor

Alone, she does not say a word

Her mother's eyes tremble with the sharp glint of fear

Her father's fists clench into steel

They gather Jimmy up and hold him tight

But not the Red Dress girl

Never her

The cries and shouts of the desperate and scared

Grow louder with each tick of the clock

Their voices rise into a symphony of screams

"When?" They ask "When will we die?"

The Red Dress girl just stares ahead

Not blinking

Not saying a word

Everyone knows there's something wrong

With the little girl who has no voice

To her parents she is an embarrassment

A mistake in their perfect lives

"Why wont you speak!" They shake her and scream

But the Red Dress girl keeps quiet

And simply

Thinks

Her mind is like an endless hallway

With every door leading to things only she can see

The Red Dress Girl is always wandering through this hall

Peeking inside magical worlds that take her breath away

Neither her father's harsh shouts

Or mother's stinging slaps

Can do anything to make her leave

For only she sees the truth of it all

And why would she leave such beauty

For the cruel despair of reality

So the Red Dress girl keeps quiet

As she twirls to the music in her head

When news comes of the falling moon

She knows that this is the end

She feels no fear, no pain

She feels nothing at all

Just stares at the clock with its mocking hands

The mocking hands of hope long gone

Fingers stretching towards eternity

As if to tell the world

It's time to die

The Red Dress girl hears frightened wails

Sees her family huddled up close

Her they ignore, not sparing a glance

Waiting for the world to end

The Red Dress girl slips outside

Runs her fingers through the blooms of spring

The silence is a welcome relief

No sound at all

Not even the whistle of wind

She lies down in the bed of flowers

Sweet perfumes filling her lungs

The Red Dress girl stares up at the sky

She waits

A delicate lullaby fills her thoughts

The notes spinning, flying through her head

"It is soon." They sing

It is soon

She knows this

She accepts this

The ground starts to tremble

The sky falls dark

"It is time." The song whispers

And around the globe, over mountains and seas

Everyone knows

It is time

The world is now silent and cold

But not for the Red Dress girl

As the moon hurtles to earth

She dances in a meadow of light

The sky is painted with the soft hues of dawn

The sun comes up, its brilliance blinding her

She laughs

The moon hits

On the barren planet that was once earth

There sits in shambles a beautiful house

A family lies within, holding each other tight

A mother, father and son

As if asleep

Complete and perfect

But if one were to wander outside

They would see a little girl

A girl in a tattered red dress

Covered in a blanket of ash

Her tangled hair lies on a pillow of daisies

A smile graces her lips