We were the kings and queens of promise. We were the victims of ourselves.
We were the kings and queens of promise. We were the victims of ourselves. A darkness comes at dawn. Pray to your God, open your heart. Whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark. Cover your eyes...
"Catch it. Catch it!" Thump. Series of yells from the children around her erupted as she handed them the ball made from tattered rags that were not being used in the Chapel at the moment.
One Blood. Blood everywhere. My arrow - my favourite one, the one with the leaf markings - fly back to my hand. The droplets of blood on the granite floor came from its tip.
Ravens fly above her body. She stares, expressionless, at the sky. The sky that used to be a vast blue mural. What happened to everything. She doesn't know.