War of the the rooms
Loomed
Chase of the night
Sighting
Man scooped her up
Abrupt
He raced away
Gray
Faces pierced the nightly dew
Few
Knew that it was changing
Rearranging
It was the end of their world
Swirled
Emotions went racing
Chasing
A new form of existence
Little body clung to his chest
Rest
Escaped, they got out
Shout
Before the shadow pounced
Bounced
Before destruction ensured
Lured
They were all that was left
Bereft
So they imagined
Fashioned
Paths through alleys and streets
Greets
With collisions of shadows
Plateaus
Where the light lifted
Gifted
Battle warriors who forged forward
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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