| Death's Cavalry Hallowed streets of cobblestone stretched in front of me, I should show pride as I stroll down them. Rather, I hold my frame against a wall, Shuffling when strength allows as would a 200 year veteran who once marched here. I shudder for breath, convinced a small creature that burrowed into my body (frightened by the internal beat of my heart, wishing I were dead) frantically tears flesh to escape again. The wall no longer a friend, I fall. Red and Blue. Riding on their white horses. Red and Blue. Of all the things I've ever wanted to forget, Red and Blue. (not quite the colors of our flag) Tears travel along the plains of my face As I unwillingly conclude this is the first step of the thousand miles to the journey of my own private hell. |