De Profundis

                       De Profundis   



                                ~ The metal-tree House ~        



                                                               For Oscar Wilde





      "I'm not good at telling fairytales, you know", said I to the dark-haired little boy that was lying in his bed, half-asleep.

   As a response, he just blinked a few times, as if he was trying to catch what I said.

    "... hmm, let's say the fay lived in a metal-tree house , a small fair-haired fay with blue eyes...", murmured he in a husky voice.

    " In a metal-tree House", I smiled, "and then..." .



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     That night, I had a very long and sad dream.

  I still heard his words, softly whispered into my ears. A grey tomb, a forest, broken glass, a scene, her warm smile, cigarettes, carols, a painting, a gun, paper, books, and paper again.

     That night, I had a very long and sad dream.

  I dreamt a small fair-haired fay with blue eyes, and, coincidentically, he was living in a little matal-tree house.

    I don't think I've ever woken up, cuz' , as i opened my eyes, he was standing near my bed...

 

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     "Alfred, you may leave now, he's asleep", I heard a woman's warm voice, "you know, after his pass he just kept asking about you...".



    I knew he was awake.Still I left.There werw so many questions and memories weighting down on my soul, and, yeah, I had a soul, I really had one...



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   ... like he had woken some very long and sad dream.

     It seemed like he was calling someone's name, so desperately, so softly, but it wasn't mine

        "Oscar.."

    and he smiled.

  "... hmm, but that is... another time's fairytale..."