Samuel said to the Queen, “It went down my Queen.”
Solemnly, looking through the French doors in her sanctuary. The sanctuary he had built with his bare hands.
“Are you sure he was in it?” she asked. The hope against hope.
“Yes, he was in it.” replied Samuel
The Sunset had cast the last light on the burning flames and shadows
Of only the cries of men shouting the names of their wives.
Amongst, the eventual silence that followed.
“I am deeply sorry my Queen.”
“Thank you Samuel.”
“Eunice, please bring the children to me.”
She would not cry in front of the children. She would explain the crux that would change their lives forever now.