Bitter Aftermath

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.