Princip (Bang Bang Bang)
A black hand.
A shot fires out.
Blood on the floor.
The spark of the great war.
Bang! One in the neck.
Bang! One in the abdomen.
Bang! The trenches are death.
"Our shadows will be walking through Vienna, strolling through the court, frightening lords."
Copyright © Daniel Corcoran | Year Posted 2009
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