I am alone here...
A blackness moves across the City.
The ashes I think.
The room is stained and old and wet and
above all
cold
cold
cold
I’ve painted my name on the wall.
I wait.
The thump of artillery shells shudders the City.
Just my name.
To remind me
who I am
was
what I am
was
I am in my tomb
Cold...
I shudder deeply inside myself
I have walked on my own grave.
A light bleeds across the sky...
red light
orange light
The City burns
and screams.
Someone tried to come in here
a minute ago,
her blood has painted the wall.
I stare at her empty
sockets from across the room.
The blood on my hands is fresh.
It came.
How long ago I can’t remember.
It came and they fought It.
It spoke to me and the City Screamed.
It spoke through the Sky,
Through the Earth
And the World
SSaw
I saw
And they went
Mad.
The Slaughter continues.
I watch her,
She will walk again.
