Crashing down,
Like a bird for a landing,
A landing gone horribly wrong,
Silver wings riddled with bullet holes,
Fire twining from the sides,
Shattered glass,
Frightened faces,
Crashes,
And tears a fearsome scar into the jungle,
Wild and free,
A paradise defiled,
Corrupted,
They scatter,
Split,
A blast slices the sky,
The calling of the conch,
Like a skillful tailor's thread,
It binds the torn into one once more,
A leader from the ashes,
Huts on the shore,
Built by all,
By five,
By two,
He hunts,
Like a tiger in a far off jungle,
Taints the woods with innocent blood,
Runs unchecked,
The fire spreads,
Consumes,
Fears come in it's wake,
Nightmares,
The beast hunts it's prey,
It splinters,
A crack,
The tailor can't mend,
And Sin creeps into paradise.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
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