Masks drawn in the empty crowd,
the fragments fade, with whispers loud.
tragedy creeps in the stoned paved road.
Laughter swallowed in the sandy throats.
Non has spoken, eyes have opened,
As flashes outlined the gathered clouds.
dust levitates in blurry
snaps in the sky bellowed
emotions boiled in fury,
Knees dropped and heads all bowed.
Few has drank from the blood that spilt.
The remains despaired as their souls where killed.
All men Cursed from one man's death.
But I was freed from this regret