Despair
Sad.... Dark....Cold....
Everyone moving slow at a snails pace-
As if all movement is leaving their feet.
Gloomy...dark faces...all around me...
Faces..known and unknown alike..
Reminicing over what used to be.
Choir dressed in white and Gold robes...
Leading a sad..dark..slow procesional.
"Going up Yonder"... sung in the distance.
A familiar face buckles at the weight of sorrrow...
Finally, the sound of quiet, as everyone retreats.
With their memories of what once was.
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