Red Night
There is a tightness in my gut,
I have just learned what was done
late this night. A blast was heard, the fire spit, a cry of agony and one of anguish filled the air mixing with the acridity smell of gun powder spreading doom throughout the room.
There is a tightness in my gut,
I have just learned what was done
late this night. A blast was heard, the fire spit, a cry of agony and one of anguish filled the air mixing with the acridity smell of gun powder spreading doom throughout the room.
Blood spattered, red thick droplets
everywhere, gray matter upon the
walls mixed with fluids not discernible to the naked eye. Breathing now at a standstill, quietness falls over the shadows all. Distantly a siren wails, joining the cacophony of mixed sounds now rising from the fall.
everywhere, gray matter upon the
walls mixed with fluids not discernible to the naked eye. Breathing now at a standstill, quietness falls over the shadows all. Distantly a siren wails, joining the cacophony of mixed sounds now rising from the fall.
Pounding, running, confusion, turn here, no this is the way to go, nothing can stop this tide now rushing over all.
Ashen is the countenance, no flesh tone to be seen, the mourning begins, its soft wailing song in desperate cry to reach a pitch to shudder the souls. The siren is approaching its erie pitch matching the mournful cries.
The rain continues its wetness fall, the spattering on the window sill merging with the redness now glowing sickening on the bedroom walls. Who has come here to place the wretched scene upon this once peaceful place to stop a soul and send it on to eternity's rest?
The screams now louder, splitting the air in awful sound, the spirit has now left this place. It shall not wonder about as once in careful step it roamed so freely abound.
T.Condon Jan. '98
T.Condon Jan. '98
