Struck

January 14, 2014

The torch is set,

The match is lit,

Life comes alive,

Before our very eyes,

Dancing, singing

Yelling, chanting,

Careless whispers in a corner.

I wonder what he's telling her.

Sher takes her gun, and her torch goes out.

Death hath struck again.

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