I

Moments come and soon go
As sun sets before a black night
Still, time will never show
The mysteries hidden in plain sight
The hours become cold
And the morning after unveils with fright

II

Hours after hours, the plain book emerges
As children look in awe, trusting the guilty ones
Who stole their innocence submerged
Buried within tragedy's core
Still, hiding perpetrating deliberate flaws
Targeting the very deceived, unsuspecting as peons

III

The countdown began
As fear and horror took charge
Silence stood tall, rotten as a buried bone, coded as golden tones
The children remained silent
As they pass the fear onwards
Buried in the dark deeds
Marked with scars from the guilty ones

*Ovi©