Liberty Street and Church Street

An eerie perception,"lets go,grab my hand, lets go......" as somber as midnight black amid horrific pain the shrieking iron grinds upon iron in an imploding imbrication upon a clear autumn day, a feeling fugacious in hope , a plan surreptitious had arrived in the innocent morning sky, minutes to hours hour to days, a truth that would cry out evermore. An eerie perception, a voice screaming within...."lets go, grab my hand, lets go......" Upon his powdered white face, a stream of burgundy flow, his love, woebegone.... she lay deparate below within a black hell penumbra as chaos ran ramped above, she struggled to move within an airless tomb, her arm stretched out in a desperate need, survival would become apparently clear, her fate would find a willing chance, a hero had come near, her life, would be blessed.....she would persevere.... survival......perched at the edge of Liberty and Church street.