mercredi 21 mai 2008

Vigil


Hold! Hold! Hold! … Fire!!!


~ The air explodes into a dance of smoke and light
~ Thousands of smoking barrels spitting out death
~ Thousands of to be corpses taking their last earthly breath
~ One voice, behind an all seeing glass, pulling the strings
~ One voice, wanted to be heard by a thousand
~ One voice, deaf to all but his own
~ One voice, now a king in a land of smoke and fire
~ Silence, dead silence, his only subject now remains