Author: Mountains of Madness PM
Sometimes there is nothing left. R&RRated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 87 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 01-15-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3092386
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It rained, and the heavens bled,
As the rain came down in sheets,
But still the people fled,
Their feet marked out staccato beats,
As they ran through empty streets.
Footsteps echoed as people died,
and rain ran down each ally.
All were left without a guide,
as up went Death's tally.
While empty streets formed valleys.
Away from soldiers marching in,
And the end of life that they signed.
Tall skeletons made of tin,
To their fate they were resigned
And empty streets were left behind.