unknown crime

The assaulting silence bearing unto his soul echoes through the long since dessereted corridors of his heart. a pain that was once thought relinquished preys upon him as he sits in the gathering darkness, with a chirp of a nearby cricket, starting its song in the overgrown grass of the garden once named Eden. a weary smiles creeps slowly across the lips of the gardens maker. A tawny owl lands on the carcass of his once beloved and offers its sympathetic hoot.
the light footfalls of a small child is heard in the darkened house, a soft cry as she finds windows smashed and the place empty she steps onto the balcony a tiny silhoutte against the now darkened sky, her silk nightgown lightly sifting in the warm breeze. the stars overhead look almost like a halo circling the ‘young’ girls head. her platinum blonde curls ,that frame her delicate face, shine as they catch the light , from her declining her head as if listening for voices on the wind but alas no all she is is listening for the crickets song. even in the moonlight you can see the untold innocents in her lapis blue eyes. a sudden chill sweeps through them both as over the horizon a series of red dots appear and give the illusion of floating as it comes nearer you hear the angry cries. and all father and daughter can do is wait to find what will befall them.