Deaths touch

"Here, my friend, is the story of deaths touch" The elder lady croaks

Long ago a boy made a deal with the devil
Hatred and anger overwhelming the young one, he would do anything to get away
But before I say what happens now, you must know what happened then

A boy of eight years grew happier by day, joyful, carefree
Wondering the woods day by day, coming home to a family of 6
Sharing a room with his two sisters and a brother
He knew not of the problems that come with aging

Every day after first meal, out to the barn he went
Feeding the pigs, the cows, the horses
One by one they all greeted him with joy
He cared for them as if they were his family, only for their lives to end to feed them

Long days and short nights, the boy would wonder the woods
Every day he came back with goods like meat and berries
His mother would smile and greet him with hugs
His father would take them without even a glance

His mother was at an unease, keeping from meeting the fathers eyes
His father would moan for his mother to get to work on the meal
But the little boy was used to this, so he never knew
He was carefree, his mother always filled with love towards him

As he grows older, the love seems to disappear
A warm embrace happen more seldom every day
His father would work, day and night
To the point he barely saw him

Now a boy of sixteen years, looking at what it used to be
A desire to be loved, but never could be
His father a drunk, his mother a slave
Never a silence to offer comfort in the place he calls home

The boy still wonders the woods day by day
It's his one getaway, peace, quiet, beauty
He soon started dreading the time he must go home
For the once called family was never left alone

The boy only wanted a greeting of joy
But all he would get was a greeting of misery
Yelling and violence, his mother put to the ground
His fathers hand never unwound

"Now that you know the past, you can understand the present and future" croaks the elder lady
"It's time you see the consequences of desire, of wording, of anger" the elder lady looks down at the ground

Finally a boy of seventeen, nearing the next year
He no longer wanted love or compassion, just a way out
Yelling and screaming the only thing to come home to
There was no longer a reason to have a doubt

He still wonders the woods, his only peace
But anger built up, no love to relieve it
He wanted it to end, no more hectic home, a comforting release
He wonders the path he's known his whole life

As his anger builds while he thinks of home
A rage blinding his own way of thinking
He see's a path he's never seen before
A path winding farther into the woods, a part that came out of nowhere

He takes the path, a curiosity strikes him
The path winds on further and further
He reaches a circle surrounded in trees with a figure right in the middle
The boy walks up and starts to speak, but gets interrupted

The figure speaks and asks his deepest desire
He replies, he wants everyone to be silenced
No more yelling, no more fighting, no more violence
The figure smiled and told him his desire has come true

The boy walks away and wonders back home
He approaches his home, but silence is not what he gets
He walks in angry, turning towards his mother yelling
She yells and asks where he has been

He walks up to his mother and anger boils in his blood
She yells in his face and he puts his hand on her shoulder to hold her back
She stops and stares, suddenly icy cold, she falls to the floor
His father jumps up and yells at in surprise

His father stares at his mother, lying lifeless on the ground
He jumps at the boy, rage in his eyes
The boy jumps back, anger fills him with his fathers rise in anger
He pushes him back and his father falls to the floor, lifeless

He stares at his parents, anger flows out and leaves nothing but shock
Staring at his hands then back to his parents
Shock overwhelms him at what he is done
His desire comes true in the worse of ways, he was given silence through deaths touch