sweet as an angel he was. that beautiful prince with hair curled on his head and eyes blue as the sky on a clear summer's day. oh purity!
dashed by war.
not so angelic now. though they compare his brother to michael's sword, lovely cherub boy is cracked. he sees the darkness in his brother's eyes and the fear that wracks his body at night.
isn't it enough that he's a product of this war; life twisted by the stench of iron and death?
pandemonium! raised with the swords and shields clashing in his dreams. catastrophe on the street; he's never been outside, not really.
all the beauty of the cherub boy "wasted" they scream. wasted and gone.
