Stains
There was no stopping what has happened.
The shadow grew like a viper in her belly.
We could not allow this devil to grow in our midst
The blackened souls must be forever torn asunder
The smoldering ashes stain the ground.
Her pained screams will echo like a spear through our hearts until the end of time.
There is no coming back from this.
We have become stained forever.
Copyright © Jeremiah Morgan | Year Posted 2019
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