The Little Village
Little village on display, beautiful flowers once had lain.
Sturdy homes once stood now lay in flames.
The beautiful flowers are withered and have gone away.
No one lives here anymore or wishes to stay.
Innocent villagers slain and wretched souls stained with blood.
I walk through the village so serene but it is the site of a tragic scene.
It plays out over and over in my head.
Screams of people as death was all around, the burning homes crackled and popped as they came down.
It looked like hell itself came from the ground.
Demons came from the streets with one thing on their mind as they looked with their red glowing eyes which was to make the streets run red with blood don't leave a sliver of hope left.
They were laughing at the destruction they caused.
Their tormenting games they did not pause.
Finally, I yelled out "STOP!" but it was all in vain.
Then silence came no more did the village stand.
The ground was blackened with ashy remains.
I find nothing that would remind anyone of this day except for the crosses all around and the sound of ringing church bells as the dead was put to rest today.
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