As girl walks up to the podium of our auditorium, whisper rose through the crowd. She was a quiet small creature that we all knew-Annie. We have seen her around with other girl but one the other girl disappeared, so did she. Now, why is She here? Her steps echoes across the room as if demanding silence.
The adults starts to panic and they send one of the teachers to asked her what She was doing. He stops her a few steps from the podium and ask her, "Annie, um what-um do you have any thing to say? We did not realize that you wanted to talk."
The press behind us question us about her existence. We told them her name was Annie. They asked for more and we just repeated that She was Annie and She was a friend. For this was all that we knew.
She side stepped him without giving him an answer. She spoke in the mic, " Students. You know me as Annie. I am Annie."
She stopped for a minute as if unsure what else was there to say then continued, "Who is Annie can someone tell? Haha. Hi, I am Annie. Who are you? Now that you know I am Annie can you tell who am I? No no, you don't have to answer. I am just here to give you something. A poem of the end,"
The violinist plays a slow, somber tune
Twilight with a side of cruelty
When world fades,
City lights will twinkled at a distance
Beautiful-
Replacing
What used to be called the starry night sky
Silence pounds over the ears and hears
A natures beauty-
Love, laughter, and . . . smiles . . .
Rapidly dissolves into nothing
No smoke, no ash
The violin melody steady but grows
Drums beats slow and rhythmic
Faces flash
Smiles and laughter mixed
The joy rings through you ears
When the merchant of death arrive
Nothing will be here anymore
The drum beats slows
And longs. . .
Things become softer
And quieter
The violinist plays
His last note
All comes to an end
With everything else.
She smile lightly and said, " We are all waiting for an ending. My friend took a short cut but I will say and wait with you. Until the end for this is where we are headed. Towards the end.
