They re the ones that look in their child s tear filled eyes, cradle their cold, trembling little bodies and mock it away. It s only a dream they ll say. Now go to sleep. Only it doesn t leave. It stays lurking in the shadows waiting for the sacrifice so generously and ignorantly offered.
Every night there are innocents who face the dark alone.
And their spirits hide. But not here. This is their time to be free. A tear trickled down my cheek offering a silent prayer for these precious little ones. It dripped from my chin and gave way to the weeping of a small child who now stood before me.