November 7, 2010
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Interrupted by a sense

Of terror,


To late for some,

Screams from every hallway,

Long passages cut short

By danger,

Night air becomes poisoned,,

The clean crisp atmosphere becomes

Laden with a grey menace,

Friends that you never new were,

Came to aid,

Heroic faces replace those of fright,

Loved ones escape the yellow

Demon in the brink of time,

While some meet defeat,

Before help is able,

Never before seen tears stream down,

Like rivers calling for an end to tragedy,

Precious belongings lost

to an unwilling negotiator,

Memories are all that remain of

What once was,

As the toy like flames lick at the finish,

As the once sanctuary meets its defeat.

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