A wisp of crimson,
And a scream.
What is enough,
To that traitorous being?
32 people,
Bruised and hurt,
Return to their refugees,
But to no avail.
Soon windows shatter,
Then shards flutter.
Then comes the scream.
A wisp of crimson,
And a scream.
“Shhh, Go To Sleep.”
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC
A wisp of crimson,
And a scream.
What is enough,
To that traitorous being?
32 people,
Bruised and hurt,
Return to their refugees,
But to no avail.
Soon windows shatter,
Then shards flutter.
Then comes the scream.
A wisp of crimson,
And a scream.
“Shhh, Go To Sleep.”