A fairy tale of soul creation.

At dusk, there was a woman who had her heart broken by a foul beast. 

She would spend this night welling in the tears of a woman not scorned, 

but a woman far passed hurt. 

For she did not know the turmoil brewing into her, 

seeping its way thorugh her like a saw. 

Between each tear. in the steam rolling off of them was something so much more. 

A substance brewing in her heart that could be called nothing but pure darkness. 

As one cannot live in the light forever, one cannot live in the dark half as long. 

And so she died with that tar heart stopping enough to kill her, 

but it still beat with pointless vigor. 

There it lies in that glorified cherrywood coffin, the heart of darkness. 

From there on after, 

each soul that would enter this world would have a piece of it, 

as a reminder of the pain that they would endure. 

Some of course got maller pieces than others, for a heart does not break or repair evenly. 

But, as well there are the few that got more. 

Those that empathize with that woman from long ago, and ache with her. 

It's imaginable that some become so close to her that they wish they were in her position. 

Pain comes from the lives of the past, 

but from the past of others comes to make one life of the present. 

From one source of pain, we must create our joy, but 

pain is a communal fire that burns within us all.

Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.