"The play is done; the curtain drops,
Slow falling to the prompters bell
A moment yet the actor stops
And looks around to say farewell.
It is an irksome word and task:
And when he's laughed and said his say,
He shows, as he removes the mask,
A face that's anything but gay."
A world of peace and harmony. Of happiness and freedom. Free from crime and injustice. A world where only the good exist – where the virtuous eradicate the evil and prevail.
That is the world I strive for.
The world that I seek diligently, for I am justice. For I am God. I pass down righteous judgement upon the wicked and protect the worthy; those who stand in way of the new world deemed just as malevolent as those punished by I. Fools, those who defend those undeserving of the life they've been granted. They are weeded out with the rest of the scum.
The largest threat, terrorist, to the new world now lays in eternal slumber, forever to stay, his stupidity and arrogance denying him witness to the perfect world that I will accomplish. He is gone and I will continue on without the hindering thorn in my side.
Yet, as I stand under Heaven's downpour, staring at the recently disturbed soil, my sense of victory begins to wane. No longer am I jubilant, no longer do I relish in the aftermath. My outburst has left a bitter taste in my mouth, and I cannot remove the notion of having lied from my tongue.
Indistinct images float past my mind's eye; a small white pawn moves one space forward – 'checkmate' – a long, silver chain rattles and scrapes along tiles as spindly fingers place a sugar cube atop five others; a small, inaudible chuckle as a clumsy policeman is roasted by a mock deathly gaze; plate upon plate upon tray of cakes, sweets and pastries, 'diabetes will get you before Kira ever will'; late nights and early mornings and solitude at bay, hands intertwined, embraced and content, it would never end –
As my eyes train absently on unmarked stone, I'm drenched with an all-too sour feeling that I can't quite place. My mask has slipped, I am scowling, and all I am able to do is glare at the earth with resentment. No, I had not won. It is he who sits in Heaven and I who struggles in an imperfect world – he who smiles and I who is left to feel the pain.
Still, I am God, and I must shunt away such foolishness. Leave it behind, with my fallen adversary, along with the evil and my farewell.
A/N: Inspired by a prompt and that quote. Said quote is by William Makepeace Thackeray, or so I'm led to believe. :D Reviews, critiques especially, are welcomed with hugs and cookies.
Also, do I really need a disclaimer? Honestly?