The anger was gone, spent
on Sunday charades.
The tower of the church had disappeared.
No bells to chime the endless knell of doom.
Reminded of their history, the winds of time
were blowing through and through
their shattered hearts.
They tried to start again,
but all the energy had fled.
The gruesome truth would never go away.
Alien, the strangeness grew, until the days
became a sweeping movement of a past
they couldn't feel. Could it be that all
the loving had been wrong? Or was it really
something mean - some cruel and ancient entity
that screamed its way into the pact they'd made?
It really didn't matter anyway.
The morning came, they woke again -
and then she went away...
? Michaelette ?
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