Beauty From Ashes

THE WATCHER

Both looked up at the dominant clock.
Its cold glare announced the passing of another second.
Then another,
And another.

Each strike to the next seemed to mock its onlooker.
A second,
Each seemed to be pondering,
Was a very long time.

They looked at each other,
Each glared with disgust at one another,
But neither spoke a word.

Dorian lit a cigarette,
His companion did the same.
He inhaled.
So did the other.
Just like the clock,
Dorian felt his watcher,
Mocking him.

Now and then he would search the room with his dreary dead eyes.
He noticed that whenever he would turn to face the guest that he would be staring right back,
Watching his every move,
Breath,
And stare.

I would often look at Dorian and think him paranoid through his actions.
He would quickly turn when his visitor was least expecting it,
Yet no,
He was always ready,
Ready and grinning,
Grinning right back.

He often looked to be contemplating moving from his spot,
But he seemed to fear the man would leave him.
No matter how heartless and cruel he appeared in his muted ways,
He was still someone to share the moment with to Dorian,
And was pleasing to the eye too.

Sometimes he would turn to me,
Staring at me.
Just as he had learnt from his now perfect friend,
He would glare at me.


I was once his idol,
Every waking moment devoted to my care and being,
But he had a new love now.

Past their first meeting,
A time of new awareness and self-discovery with apprehension and fear,
They were becoming closer,
And closer.

You may think me jealous,
Or some may find it cruel and heartless for him to show love for another,
But it did not vex me so,
For I knew one thing of his companion,
Which he did not.

I was not afraid of the threat posed in years of seven,
So I did it.

With a soft swift tap I took a hammer to his companions face,
Then watched the matter fall,
Watched his love die and break away,
Then I smiled.

With a quick and hurried rush,
He left the room.

With my now victorious stance I looked at the destruction on the floor below me,
And there,
Before me,
I saw the most wondrous of things.

There were hundreds and hundreds of beautiful people staring back at me,
Just as content with my attack.

So I stood a while,
Then a while longer,
As the clock struck more seconds,
And admired the beauty before me.