The Town

The Town

Fire and smoke drifting,

into a scarlet sky.

Thatched barns are burning,

and this town shall rejoice.

The one who they sought,

has breathed their last.


A town laid to waste,

survivors choking on ashes.

Their lives now scattered,

to the wind and rain.

The elders will gather,

and set forth their laws.


No rest for the wicked,

no sleep for the damned.

Charred body thrown to the sea,

and floating on curling waves.

Swept far out from this town,

who feared that they knew not. 


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