Title: September 11, 2001
Disclaimer: I do not own this poem, my friend Alice does. Neither of us own anything affiliated with last Tuesday's tragedy, don't sue.
A/N: this is a poem about last Tuesday's tragedy, there's no more to say.
"September 11, 2001"
And now Death observes in the corner
Studying with silent eyes the Distress, the Pain, the Destruction
The terror passing through him…right through him
He awaits the climax, the inevitable?
The debris envelops him, and instead manifests Reality
With broken pieces of Hope…of Light…of Stability
Thoughtful looks, dreamer's dreams, prayers of bright
Taking a step back…and reflecting
Hell dances at the fringe
And terror ensues
A/N: Deaths POV. No more to say.