Lightning struck the dark
The dull skin donned a scar
Raw.
Death silenced the runaway souls.
They had nothing but their love on their backs.
Dragging them back.
Holding them down.
The clowns watching them from the back laughed at their foolishness
They laughed and sighed in madness.
They slitted their throats and slashed their veins.
They stared while their white blood flowed
A scream pierced the silence.
The hearts died a second time.
Then the featherless crow soared,
and killed the eagle where the rising sun shone.
Unknown "Eve" Bold
- 16 years, 8 months, 12 days ago