Enduring the Moment

The night seasons clothes are tattered. Anger tore them, exposed the naked flesh. The promises made didn't keep away the grave. The pit opened its mouth to receive its fallen.

They're ready to dance, to mark the end, to rejoice in another one's error.

The neighbors, dressed for the funeral, hastily dug the grave. No words were spoken at the ceremony. They had forgotten the kind acts of the past. They fled from the site. They even forgot the poor souls name. Only the date marked the stone.