Posted by
FromtheArchepelago on Monday, August 18, 2008 10:53:36 AM
Indigo Dawn
The Sorrows of this Day
This is not meant to be an inquiry into a past that has by now become history. Neither is it a study, there is no news here, only grief and hope. Rather it is a lament, a purposely cathartic attempt to grieve publicly and celebrate the life of one of our brightest and best. It will be her name written again in the Book of the Living.
Natalie Holloway, unknown, sadly came to fame amidst infamy. This is the cause of my hot tears and passionate words. How did I arrive at this destination upon which my heart has set and my tears arisen. All that we know of her is that she suffered greatly and undeservedly. Her life devoured by jackals even as she breathed. Even that, now, may not have been the end of her horror. The soul-eater in whose paws lay her future revealed that an honest task, one of common compassion, was one for which he had no taste. Not even the emotion one might feel for a beached whale or the violent end of a deer by the side of the road lived in his breast at the moment of her greatest need.
No, the beasts that attended her funeral first exalted their perverse and twisted manhood. But theirs is manhood devoid of all that it means to be a Man. So I shall speak of them as animals all the while hoping not to demean those dear creatures by such use of the term for even they grieve such happenings in their own world.
No, these savages behaved as if they were the uncreated, godlike in their own minds. ‘things’ from outside the known universe, who on coming together formed a black-hole so strong it still yet binds them together in a ghoulish silence. They are an inhuman cabal who shall not escape their marks. For their crime still lives.
Still smiling in her photographs, she warns us that the night still holds the hunter, the predator, the evil one disguised as one of us. She waves, beckoning, reminding us of our debts topresent and future generations. Somehow, the man-child within me is heart-broken for this child of light who discovered a place and a time in OUR world where no love lived.
She on the other hand should be a Light among us. In a photograph, with a wave she bids us not forget her, a vision of Hope in our continued strivings toward the True. In her clear eyes is revealed a desire that as persons indebted to one another that justice might truly become love? For justice is not something you get, it is something you give.