A sudden thud echoes through the walls.

How ironic, the house calls?

The sensory overload ensues.

But will human emotion pursue?

What was the last thought?

Was it of the pain of the onslaught?

It stopped,

The last thrill of knowledge has whirled.

Off into the Underworld

They said.

What do they say?

Oh, with this we'll have a hay-day.

This emptiness,

The moment the bodies fell into the abyss.

It was tragic, not even close to magic.

But it reeked of light, now we ask, is this living?

Did they ask, is this living?

What was the light, did It shock them or does the fright subside?

Was it their last, or the first, down a long tunnel of …

Of what?