Of Fathers and Sons

In the end, burned, brittle bones clutched in death the orb that wrought madness, sorrow, and pain to many. The bane of his existence whispered to be held, even in death.

Two sons. The eldest, loved dearly, word of his death brought further a father’s descent into darkness. The youngest, a failure within his father’s eyes.

For all this sorrow, a father once loved both sons, but within the sway of a darkened beckoning, he became most lost. One son long cold to death. The other son, cold to death only in his father’s own delirium.

A tragedy of family.