It wasn't a dark and stormy night. Quite the opposite actually.
The moon shone silver on the world below. And the gods looked on with wondered eyes.
How could nature still beckon with her calm beauty when the war below raged on so cruelly? Showing perhaps that not everything can be destroyed, yet.
That it was still a matter of choice, between the good and the bad.
That if you tried hard enough you could save yourself from the evil around, and not fall prey to it.

These people, not one without a weapon in his hands, undoing the creator’s work.
A story gone horribly wrong. Homes left empty and streets deserted.
Since when were riots the solution to all communal problems. Maybe we are not civilized enough to go any other way. If only there were some peace in our minds.
If we could stop and think and realize eventually that nothing is above a living soul.