BORN OF A SERF

Mystery

For a moment, I remained stilled, staring dazed and obsessed. Some sort of surge held me bound, and in few seconds, i truly was considering such possibility.
The mystery that set flowers in beautiful clothing,
The obscurity that kept birds flying in empty plains of air,
And the power that stretched and held I sincerely appreciate your prayers and yesterday vigil. May heaven always rise to your aid. thanks million times. sky in place.its plain so endless.
My fixed gaze swept over and across the stretched graves, distant roofs and structures.
The world beneath and above seemed endless.

Who put all of these in place?

What for?
To live and die?

My heart drizzled with endless questions.
Father had once told me that when people die, their life's breathe is being taken away and their body to rest forever.
The recollection left me wondering.

This life, who gives?
And the breathes, who takes them?

The power, i wanna know,
I yarn for this power to aid
me.....

It took a dreadful noise to jerk my floating mind back to consciousness.
My world turned suddenly boistering. I'd never witnessed the graveyard noisy as it suddenly had turned.

I assumed i must've landed somewhere in Neptune the moment the ancient yard gate flung wide.
Crowds and convoy of uniform men came into view.
I quailed and fled my stand post, intermittently poking an eyes out of my hideout to demystify what these was going to be
all about.

I soon let out a relieving sigh the instant i caught a familiar sight,

Casket!

Never had i in my entire life history seen one as such. It looked crafted from untainted gold with twisted silver reed worked across its two sides.

Another life has been taken!

I blinked off the tears that stung my eyes. Dare not give a chance now, for it might never ever
end...

The crowds innumerable yet few.
The men were decked much more beautiful than I could look Upon.
They really were such as One of equable regiment.

For what lasted than a minute or two, the group splited to each sides whilst the coffin was brought to light.
I gazed perturbed the instant the casket was brought to a full view. There was never such coffin so well adorned as these!
Thereafter, couldn't curb my slackened lip beholding a figure that now had emerged from the cart.
Who in the wide Tarron could
this be?!

His height as giant.

Beginning from his optical lenses way down his vesture and shoes; i'd no doubt he was the deceased. But from the look of it, he seemed one of a high authority.
No...
this is no burrier yard for nobles or upper folks... its just not beautiful enough.
Guard splited quickly to his both sides the instant he lounged his way after the pallbearer. Thus they matched sadly away, much without speech nor hast to burry their Dead. I soon lost sight of them while they find their place in the endless yard

Bored by the lenghty activities of setting the coffin to a rest. I yarned dryly as for nothing but weariness and sank into the open earth.not caring now whoever sees me, if only it would change a thing. I had begun to muse over which way and who shall likewise help set my father's corpse to a lasting rest. Tears burnt my balls much rapidly than the thoughts had begun.