Snare drum beat its transient tone Spindly trees shook hard and groaned Drops of water cleared the way For the lives to end that day Slashes fell and thunder called Open field of ravens cawed Fire ravaged through the place Arms gripped tight in the last embrace Spinning around with outstretched limbs Shooting lights burst high and dim Little boy turned into man Armor clasped and shield in hand Squinting fiercely through the din Waiting till the night rolls in Whispers through the ancient cracks Said you're never coming back.
The Author
I'm an American living in the UK. I have a BA and MA in Creative Writing. I'm pursuing a career in creative writing. I'm a rock climber. I'm a Quidditch player. I'm a reader. Most importantly, I'm a writer. I have few previous publications. It's time I showed the rest of the world what I know about myself.
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