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Jan 2010
It was a night even demons howled for their mothers
Hand in hand, they tread softly with one another
Something was in the air, something was not right
Evil was invoked
6 am was midnight
The sky was painted a brilliant azure
All of their minds were made up
All of them were sure
Every child lay in a too still sleep upon their beds
Maybe it was in the butters
Possibly the breads
Every last one of them slipped out
Out of their houses
Out of their minds
The moon shone brightly on their skin
Their clothes were left behind
For it was onward and upward to rocky cliffs they trudged
Two by Two, tears in their eyes
Their fates were cast, they had been judged
Cruel terra firma cut into their aching feet
Wind slashed their naked bodies
There was only numbing cold, no welcoming heat
They had reached the top
There was no hesitation
Two by Two they leapt
The Sea, their destination
A town by rocky cliffs, just off the northern shore
A town of smiling faces
By sunrise was no more
Brent Reichenberger
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