Five go to the UnderworldThose fresh and calm accounts of sunny daysWere lost to dearth and doomful views of death,When five good friend were cast into the blazeThat scorched them raw and took away their breath.They found themselves in grey and dull surroundsSo alien to children of daylight.They shook with fear when hearing wailing soundsConceived…
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Aug12
As we walked through the empty streets at night We witnessed more than we wanted to see. Calling out to people standing there about We experienced a joint vision of light: A halo emerged from cloaking black out That brought with it a sudden, doubting fright. The hairs upon my arms and neck did stand…