Black Friday In Paris

Black Friday is hovering over the wet alleys of Paris Scratching its nails against the brick walls, holding in grimes With his every breath, dies a red tulip on the pregnant terrace Lovers shiver in their empty rooms, chocking on the echoes of innocents’ shrieks Terror screams and birds scatter into the suffocating air above Their feathers still wet, dipped in the blood Pebbles shake as Fear steps on them, having a grin on his face Rain can’t even wash what has marked peoples’ grieving hearts The best Wine is now spoiled where music is standing still in the air The hands of agony are digging the grounds of despair I pray for Paris and for the great light to shine For courage and love to be resurrected at once I pray that His light will shine and overcome the terror He is the true conqueror and the world’s only savior He will come riding on the clouds, shushing the terror, making it crawl He will restore love and will lay down peace People of Paris will smile and listen to His tender music! Lovers will fill the alleys once excruciatingly dark They whisper I love you, beholding the Eiffel right at dusk Rahy November 16, 2015