The darkness of the night swallowed everything whole like a vicious beast
Piles of sorrow pointed accusingly at the sky
Transparent swords clung to the jagged edges of the frosty mountains
Waiting to stab the ground
They stood in line to ice the burn of bombs
As houses spat out the acrid taste of fear through the gaping hole of their walls
The ground trembled in fear of being split
The earth gargled on shades of blood
Your hands frantically clenched and dug
To find what was lost
In it what was perhaps the most beautiful secret about life
That it has to end
Peace will come
In the abyss of the afterlife