trivial beings they wonder-
In this vast world
crimson foot prints paths–
Traces in every corner in swirls
Hidden in the shallow
Are predators ready to fest
Hands of dirty they touch
The innocent and pure
Minds of twisted
Manipulates minds of the reluctant
Strings on puppets they make
Them Dance
Ten people were missing
Some found in a state of trance
Couldn't recall how or what even happened.
-ashes poetry
