The glowing soul within his transparent cage flickered breathing his last breath… on the edge – a fall awaits but then, he breathed back to life only to cease after a minute or so and came back to light again.
The little girl scribbling under the soul sat still and went to yesterday – the dull and gloomy day when her soul raced on the path of apprehension and the candle of her dreams expired to leave her in the perpetual darkness when the wounded soldier adorning her cloak knocked on the door, twice. Light being the best friend also accompanied the warrior with the girl’s dreams merrily dancing on her shoulder for it was not a prisoner anymore the war has been fought and won. The prize for the girl was her dreams but for the warrior it was the smile.
The smile, a morning sun that travelled from yesterday to today to continue his journey as life again brought light to the darkened shore melting the icy night away. The girl now knew that despite of uncertainites and the game of life and death hope trotted on eternally.
On the ceiling the flickering bulb ceased again to glow brightly for now.
Pictures from Internet. I do not own it.