Light

There is a fable of a boy who lost his eyes and went blind. He was stripped of his dignity. He was turned into a crime. He was mocked, berate by the words he would hear until he caused fright through his bloody filled tears. "What a monster! What a demon! What a devil!" they'd say. Soon after he was locked in a cabin faraway. Life went on as it should in the small fickle town. Life went on. Life went on. The rain, the snow, the leaves fell down. He did not eat. He did not sleep but he aged just the same. His life became legend. The heroes felt no shame.

Soon after, it was he who would become the first

to strike fear in the hearts of wandering children through the myth of his curse.

“Listen here children, listen. Remember to stay near.

For there was a devil born in this town not too long from yesteryears.

And if you stray too far into the dark woods,

the bleeding tear boy will steal your eyes yes, he would—

with his soulless deviled blank stare. So don't you dare

invite your nightmares to sleep unless you’re prepared

to have your eyes taken.” The children became deathly scared.

And as all children do, they came up with games—

egging each other on further but always stopping. They'd refrain

from leaving the outskirts of their small fickle town.

They'd always get spooked by the slightest of sound.

In the wind they swore they could hear eerie cries:

the weeping of a boy craving sight from new eyes.

The story should end but instead it begins for a woman who finds the cabin of sins. "Hello? I am lost. I need help. I beseech you!" The boy who turned man wants to speak but is afraid to. She bangs on the door and hears no one home. She kicks the door open convinced she's alone. But in the far corner of the dark emptied room curls a man who is pale, who is pale as the moon. She approaches the man and sees his bloody stained tears. He scrambles further back remembering his fears through the years.

With each step closer she clarifies her intent

while his fractured soul reverberates through his senses; he is sent

to a dream he has dreamed where eyes need not see—

where the ordinance of the wicked have all ceased to be.

With hopes of safe haven, he snuffs out his pain

and finds that only his acquiescence of her remains. He feels her fingers run across his face. His heart starts to jump at an incredible pace. "Come here. You are gorgeous. You are beautiful. Don't be shy." He feels the tears on her cheekbones and says, "You are beautiful when you cry."

The two disappeared and never seen to this day.

But if you close your eyes for a moment,

you can see that light travels in the most unexpected of ways.