Exposed, skeletal figures were captured in their
Vain attempt to escape being suffocated by an invisible
Pursuer, which now suspends them in time,
Their glistening screams hollow and silent.
The night’s terror departed like an ascending veil,
Under which death was concealed. Now it hangs above,
Recalled, lingering, waiting to launch yet
Another attack on more exhausted victims.
Fresh and tender, a revived atmosphere rings
And echoes with the trauma of a
Vicious battle. The day will tend
Gently to the wounded; yet, hope of a true
Conclusion is but a dream in a realm of nightmares,
Evaporating in thin, spiralling clouds. Any remaining life
Braces for the horror of another dark
Onslaught in this noiseless, compulsive
Massacre.
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