Quietly I go
Crowd moves slow
Enter the door
Eyes to the floor
Hope in this place
Troubles...erase
Bow to pray
Help us always
I enter through the door Looking down the hall.
All is quiet,
And then...he appears.
The stare-down begins.
I move cautiously.
Each step measured.
He sees my pace, and matches it.
Step by step
We approach each other.
Slow...
Calculating...
Unspeaking...
A pause. More steps
We near each other.
Eyes intent.
A twitch.
We are close now.
A lunge makes him jump.
He turns to run.
I am close behind.
He moves so fast.
And then he comes to me.
Barks and wags of joy...
That smile, that laugh, that face
Beaming brightly though the
Darkness overcame him.
Through his downward spiral
His spirits seldom fell.
And when the sun had gone to rest
His Father's spirit was with him,
Waiting to take him home.
As the day began anew,
With one last breath,
His time was through.
After his last words had melted into the air,
The masses came to show they cared.
Goodbye for now...
The sun arising from its restful slumber,
Peers down from behind the clouds.
The birds singing "Good morning"
Over a gentle roar
As the morning waves roll in.
The men, so peaceful in their sleep,
Begin to stir under their regulation sheets.
Their brusque attitudes once hidden under dreams
Arise back to existence in bitter memories--
Memories of death, pain, and misery.
A gaze out the window at the palms
blowing in the wind from the breeze so balmy,
Creates a paradise where all is right.
But as morning chores take place,
Something is not precise; in fact, it is very, very wrong.
A peaceful morning:
Naught is so peaceful anymore
As a dark cloud begins to roll in.
But this cloud is pristine white,
Pure as the land it floats over.
So why all so dark? Why is all unbefitting?
Who dream, breath, and fight no more.
Chaos breaks out, what's happening?
Run for your lives, only to be cut off by a crater.
The waves burst upwards, ships blown in half.
Dark winged creatures appear from the clouds
Growling as fire spouts from their snouts.
Mere minutes pass, before our eyes--an end to life.
Our guns fight back, but it's too late;
The damage is done, all have their fate.
A peaceful morning:
Gone terribly wrong, this once tranquil day,
Now is calm again, but with one thing out of way.
Those once living in paradise, now sleep in paradise forever more.
On this seventh of December, nineteen fourty-one, twenty-four hundred lay down to rest
In their watery graves, cold and dead..
