" Future years will never know the seething hell and the black infernal background of countless minor scenes and interiors, (not the official surface courteousness of the Generals, not the few great battles) of the Secession war; and it is best they should notï¿½the real war will never get in the books." ~ Walt Whitman
Tea time Monday night, I was waiting, passing time
Then from the hallway, I saw Mother in her nightgown
Swaying up the stairs, up the stairs, it seemed so unreal
I knew Grandma' had sent Them again, the invisible friends
A little later in the middle of tea, we came close to ecstasy
They were telling tales from beyond, when Grandma' rose
She opened the door, and there was Missy
Seeing Mother in Grandmother's chair, she went into tears
Missy was screaming
"What have You done, what have you done to My Ma", crying louder now.
"We better get rid of her, she's too young anyway", it was Grandma' who
"Bye, bye Missy, be gone forever
The beautiful fireplace in the kitchen will do"
I saw Missy struggling in Grandma' wrinkled hands
"Oh No, let me be, Oh No Please No
Aagh Grandma' You're hurting me
Don't touch me or I'll break it, I've got the tea pot!
I'll do it anyway"
I saw liquid spreading, the bloody tea all over the floor
Now I heard Their voices, some kind of demon growls
DIE - SHE BROKE AMON - AMON - DIE
They dropped Their tea cups,
Grandma' stood still forced by invisible hands, Missy went down the stairs
As I waved her goodbye, Missy was sobbing away
Will I ever see her again?
Bye bye Missy, don't be afraid.