I heard the voices echo,
Like a chorus of dread to my heart.
So I quietly sat to listen,
In waiting for something to start.

With childish knees drawn up,
And with the chill of the air on my skin.
I felt the bangs, ring out against walls.
I heard the screaming begin.

It was from muffled cries that eyes were closed,
With sadness I cowered my head.
My frame sat alone, feeling delicate and small,
My heart beating terror and dread.

And with tiny hands, over little ears,
Tapping feet to the tunes of ditties.
I hummed the tune of butterflies,
And all things quaint and pretty.