It is no victorious day. No song shall be sung.
It is no victorious day. No song shall be sung. No dance shall be danced,
Cries will fill the night henceforth,
an absence of sound has already engulfed us.
SIlence surges, biting through me like nothing,
fear following quickly, causing my hand to tremor slightly.
Small fires light up the town in a dim, tragic haze.
These are somebody's parents, children, siblings, lovers, friends;
all gone before their time.
They came like a storm.
Flashes of metal filled the air like sun through trees
screams arose like thunder.
They came in masks, they came with no fair warning…
It starts to rain, the gods above unleashing their sorrow down upon us
I look up at them;