Echoes of Hurt and Lovely Lies

Echoes of Hurt and Lovely Lies

 I can finally see walls of the cave light up with a flicker.

Will I go beyond, I do not quite picture.

To one side, the reverberations of murderous machines that kill and propagate off each other 

send ancient jolts of fear through me.


And the other, a joyous symphony of bells and strings and cascading sounds...


Who dare not go at least listen, might there be lingering mist in the air.

An old mist of dried blood and rust.


Hurry off, go! Or its off to the mill, I thought.



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