In the air, shadow shades fade quickly away
Had wings like mid-summer morning dew.
Each day we pray, an atmosphere turns grey,
In houses old and new with friends once knew.
Life becomes a filter, that lets us remember
The taste of good times in bitter aftermath.
When a refiners fire defines only those pure
Ashes of horror falling back down to earth.
Laughter drowned out, every stricken shout
Many souls make peace in their silent ground.
With a small space where time harness night,
Sleep in the darkest of deeds death hands down.
A flame stain killing poison stays alert in the vein
Indelible woven, bruise, broken and strained,
Time ticking and delivering the sour dropping.
of bitter aftermath on a broken world remained.
Unleashed a vicious mesh clawing at the flesh,
Transmitted immediately into an entire continent,
A sombre task treading where saints cannot reach
breathe to ease respite from the innermost torment.
In the outward air a flare passing fierce and fear
We reclined at home between the distant rails.
No night was fair of the lovely moon shining clear
On earth, this pandemonium found the hills and vales.