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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN-- MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - There was a night, I still recall it now, as winters cold had turned to soft and mild, and gave us hope, that time would still allow the passing by--of death--as death was filed. What manner of a beast, or tyrant king, would set the path to bring destructions' fall from out the darkened sky, who dare would bring such catastrophic death to one and all? Was not my Dresden safe from what was heard of cities to the north--they fed the flame; these questions yet remain, who gave the word that made the good and bad turn out the same? All evil justified and made in haste is evil just the same as any waste. I'd only just returned, in my own way, within the dark from Paris, where I be caught up with joy of liberation day, when love was made alive and running free. But lo! My thirst was filled, before too long, my heart grew weary to be with mine own, so in the dark my flight was swift and strong and ended at an inn that few have known. Perched on a hillside looking down the plain from off the balcony, the Dresden lights gave glimmer to a cold and drizzle rain a beauty unsurpassed by any rights. Invited for a night of talk and wine, I settled in with a new friend of mine. And so we wined and danced--into the night not thoughtful of the war, though raging on, and Gretchen, lovely Gretchen, felt my bite upon her neck until her soul was gone and part of all the loves I ever knew so thus she came to be one of my own; and shaken, we both did as lovers do, and stared into the night for things unknown. Quite suddenly the groan of engines' roar though distant, filled the night, and deafening and over Dresden, telling what's in store, the fallings lights lit up just ev'rything. And lighted by Pathfinders, Dresden knew what ending all our world was coming to. © ron wilson arbuthnot aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
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