The Final Patrol of Yankee 127

The spirits come for a late night ethereal visit the little girl announces her presence Breath in Breath out there is nothing to forgive Your pain is validation you still live With that... all sense of hearing dissapears next comes paralysis with its icy grip, breath chocked by irrational fear Now starts the grainy images of an old terrible black and white news reel fuzzy subtitles of smiling troops whose words we cannot read or hear with loud military music assaulting the ears. Breath in Breath out there is nothing to forgive Your pain is validation you still live Silence returns as the gates of hell swing open right on cue, the cast of ghostly characters come into view all take their place until the scene is complete, the silence is broken by a lone heart beat. She takes her place in the news reel's flickering images of light The camera follows her every move, a crescendo of music as her spirit takes flight, for this maybe the first time she ever experienced a confectionery delight. Breath in Breath out there is nothing to forgive Your pain is validation you still live Her and many faceless children come laughing, disembodied hands reaching out to the young soldiers in return receiving tootsie rolls and gummi bears Pleasant encounters must now end... with a village elder and authoritarian shouts. We watch her run home laughing with a pocket full of candy to share. Evil breaths in, Evil breaths out... exhaling caustic hate The Acrid fumes blinds our eyes as shadowy figures materialize... for this little pretty little girl was nothing more than bait The small moment of humanity will be exchanged for eternal despair She must return with her pink backpack to complete this morbid affair. Running calling to us, laughing holding it out for us to see Boom then she is gone, nothing but a red mist where she used to be. Breath in, Breath out there is no need for you to grieve Your pain is validation both you and I live there is nothing to forgive no need to pay anymore dues fore I am your guardian now watching over you Evil knows no bounds as it locks people into such cruel fates. We both are sorry for meeting that March day and with that the flickering news reel ends. we part ways again.