Shadows screeching down the moss covered cobblestone
Torture between the sweating walls of this maze
Death creeping slowly up and down like a lion hunting its prey
The sun going down and time ticking away " tick ,tock ,tick ,tock".
The skin, like a cows, obliterate over odd like shapes
Empty holes inside the others knowing that he's going to need them back one day
Now all that's alight is the desperate crimson fire
Slowly creeping through the forest destroying everything in its path
Crackling of the fire dieng like a lady when there beloved one dies
The silence gradually growing to whispering trees
The night sky melting into a pink and orange collage
Busy streets buzzing with excitement and children lying on the hair on the ground watching the morning take place.
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