As the violin strings were woken,
Dancers take position,
And through the music is woven,
Melody their mission.
Men and women of all ages.
Smile and laugh as they sway,
The happiness quite contagious,
The party was quite gay.
But then the bombs began to fall,
And panic was then spread,
As they all ran from the dance hall,
But for them t'was too late.
No survivors could then be found,
Only bodies and death,
Their violins stopped making their sound,
Their players out of breath.
YOU ARE READING
A year full of words
NouvellesA years worth of words through poems and little bits of writing. Completed. (Short story #593 3/10/14)(Poetry #217 14/10/14)
