At first, it fell
A gentle rain,
A few drops at a time.
It whipped, and split, and tore horizontal,
slanting through the sky.
Rain-soaked rooftops, clothing, people,
all in inky black
For weeks the rain bore down
Sidewalks crumbled, split, and cracked.
No sun. No moon. No stars.
The storm burned away the veil
And when it cleared, we felt relief
Those who survived the bitter gale.
We kissed, We hugged, We danced,
In golden sun and grey blue sky…
But then the children
of the town
through the night.
Whispered of something coming for them
dressed in robes of gold and white,
tapping on locked windows,
with jagged claws, and hollow eyes.
We rocked the Children close,
and held them near.
(It’s your imagination, we whispered, gently in their ears)
And even when their scars appeared,
we promised love. we promised comfort. we promised protection.
And that was our mistake.
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