Bereft Storm

For I feared from the beginning,
As surely as anyone would fear.
And I triumphed.

The war was starting soon.
but the city-it was so quiet.
Quiet as if nothing should ever happen.

Or on a sunny day where clouds are high in the sky
and laughter echoes through out the walls
Before, at first pause, the crash begins to erupt the streets.

The screaming eludes; the sound of sirens.

Her fragility is now-distinctive;unresponsive.

Then, I hear them. Several bullets corrupting, murdering

This, only the beginning.

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