9/11

A sunrise as beautiful as can be was seen from sea to shining sea.

Birds hum, bees buzz, people talk.

New York is its usual busy self.

Then the roar of an engine, a normal sound, but wait it's much too close.

You look around… but see nothing.

The next second you are blinded by an amazing sight.

The North Tower, the king of his people, is on fire.

Flame licks at his structure and burns at his heart.

Now the queen has been hit.

She too smolders in agony.

They cry in pain and tremble in fear.

The beloved queen falls followed by her king.

Suddenly, far away, the knight has been struck too.

He simmers but yet he holds his ground

For his purpose is to protect me, you, and the US too.