The Walls

As your walls come crumbling down,
I see your face, a blinding frown.
Eyes grow dim, half and half.
Something is happening I can't hear you laugh.
Sighing sounds come from the lips.
Suddenly numb in the finger tips.
Dont run now, face us and bow,
for the show is over, it ended somehow.
As they carry you away,
I pray "dear God how could it have happened this way?"
A crimson horn in the distance tolls.
The horrid vision is gone, the sun has risen and now its dawn.

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