Do you remember those days
when we were young?
When everything was happy
and everyone was carefree?
We sat under maple trees,
on crips fall mornings.
We looked to the sky..
and sometimes wondered why
It all had to end so soon.
One morning, before anyone woke,
the cathedral bells rang.
The children woke screaming,
their small, fragile chests heaving.
The mothers rushed to their children,
speaking in soothing voices, they assured it would be alright.
But nothing would be alright. Never again, not after this night.
The sky turned dark
as night slowly approached.
The only light was a blood red moon.
The children were scared,
Their mothers worried.
The men got ready to fight
whatever was coming.
It all happened so soon,
Glass shattering,
Screams of terror, and cries of agony.
Crimson blood soon stained the floor.
The victims pleaded for life.
But those who begged to live,
only died sooner.
Do you remember that night
when the silver moon became red?
Do you remember the night
your throat was slit, and you cried out in pain?
Do you remember the night
that I ate you alive?
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