The Horrors


I waited,
Cried,
And even screamed.
No one heard me.

I lost my little boy in the midst of a storm.
He shouted for me.
I just couldn't find him,
He was lost forever, as far as the human eye could see.

I lost my true love.
They chopped off his head.
They laughed,
At the blood gushing out,
Of the stub of his neck remaining.

My eyes were wet with tears,
My ears rang like bells,
And my body ached.

The times of joy,
The times of fun,
Are past.
No more will they happen.
They have been killed.
I am all that is left to save the world.

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