The crazy under the bench

Catching a ray from the sun and imprisoning it in my clutches an evil grin spreads across my face. Glowing light pleads for release through the cresses in my fingers. This time I will get away with it, only the girl can stop me now. I've taken care of her already however. There will be no interruptions this time.

The wind was blowing hard now in the park,
and because I'd caught the light everything was dark.

I tried to think if I knew why I would do what I was about to do.
But nothing came to mind, so I went on chanting the words,
the words to end all time.

When at last I'd finished, the sky opened up. Fire and lighting poured down from the heavens above. Suddenly there were people. They were running, and I liked what I saw. A little boy came running by, and he stopped for a moment. He knew what I'd done, and it scared him the most. He was no more then 10, and he looked like hed just seen a ghost. I laughed at the boy. Pointing my filthy gloved hand, and in the air rang the sound of my crackly laugh, raspy and harsh. The little boy ran.

When I awoke, all the world was the same. The people who passed still pointed and called me names. Laughing at me as I lay under the bench in the park only half aware. Only my hangover to comfort me, covered in newspapers to help me sleep. They point their fingers and mock me, calling me crazy. A little boy approaches me, and with a serious tone in his voice, says "Last night you destroyed the world, and I died." Somehow this bothered me, even though I knew he was just reading my mind. Then he snickered and ran away, telling his father that I was the crazy. The one who always dreamed of destroying the world.