The holy massacre

Panic and pain rampaged through the town when arrows filled the sky and rained death on the  holy city, The guards hastened to close the gates but the men rode through and a flood of humanity swept up the streets as screams rang through the night. The inhabitants tried to flee an onslaught of armoured knights and as I ran, I saw piles of heads and limbs scattered on the street and in the temple I saw men riding their horses knee deep in blood. Creatures in the form of men but with the ferocity of beasts rode through the streets and committed acts of butchery that knew no bounds, It seemed that the awesome wrath of God fell upon the city as I saw men and women crying out to their different gods before they were shot full of arrows or the swords snuffed out their lives. The waterways ran red with blood and to most it seemed that the day of judgement has arrived. One had his throat slitted and another had his face mutilated, A knight grabbed a baby and threw it against a wall while a wailing mother was forced to watch before she was killed. They spared neither old age nor youthful innocence, The city flew with curses and shrieks of anger, another who could have been saved was trampled beneath the iron hooves of horses. The earth was littered with the deformed bodies of the great and poor, wielding testament to the cruelty of Death.

The Muslim recounted his tale as he sat by the fire, His face was sweaty and his eyes were brimming with tears as he recounted the sights commited by the crusaders. While Laura nursed his wound, He sank into his chair. His face a mask of regret and and riddled with pangs of sadness. Even they cannot believe that their fellow brothers could commit such acts in the name of our Lord. He glanced at the fireplace and motioned them to get closer, with a dying breath, He instructed them to take care of his baby and said: All men, neither good or bad is as equal to another.

They sat around the table, doubts and worry swirling around endlessly in our minds. The biggest blow came to the father, Arthur sat down, his face as passive as a mask as his daughter  was making stew while occasionally wiping tears from her cheek, Laura slowly placed the baby in the cradle and glanced at the dead muslim. Human sympathy has never been as tender between differences and beliefs. He stared at the dead man in the corner, His mind tolling between isles of tranquility and despair. I glanced at the clock which was now past four, thinking of how could people turn against their brothers, to see so much bloodshed and not flinch in it's sights. We found the muslim on our doorstep after we we're talking about the recent crusade, Arthur was cheering it before we heard this unfortunate tale. I went to my room to find solace in my readings, pondering on the moors words. Sitting at the table, I looked at the stars outside the window wondering why our species have been doomed to endure a stressful life, putting up with the various sin-stained creatures walking in the flesh. The stars seemed to be beckoning me to remember why i was here, what pangs of joy we experienced when we arrived. I felt free from the constrained life of the civilized world.