There is a lump of grief which I'm sure must be a wound itself in my chest. Could they not be done quickly and spare at least our hearts?" The final moments of the last Tzar of Russia and his family, as seen by one of the Grand Duchesses. M for violence.

Haiku reflecting the sunrise.

Not much to say, kind of an interpretive poem, shiny nickle goes to the one who can figure out what im talking about.