A long battle had been fought...
A voice, distant and tired, thoughtfully asked: "what battle?"
Reality came crashing down on the rotten, lifeless menagerie. Menageries are lifeless, glass, tiny.....insignificant.
"There was no war, there was no action. The sounds and screams, the blood and flesh was all part of the game."
"who won what?" the distant and dry voice inquired.
Impatiently she replied- "the game you mentioned "--- silence, a pin dropped and echoed in the skies, among the clouds....and the glass broke. The sound felt like a melody- quick rain of tiny shattered glass came down....silence
"the game is not finished..."
can i come too?
The menagerie's fragile voice faded behind the sound of the game.... no winners, no losers...only fools