The crimson trail disappeared into the night
It had left a trail of destruction, anguish and rage
It came from nowhere, and had now disappeared from sight
I sat in the graveyard looking at the the broken grave.
Aramaic letters gave no clues to its contents
Questions filled my head, mainly why was I spared?
In my head I mulled over the horrific and disturbing events
But why did I feel nothing, I wasn't even scared.
Strangely I'd felt a connection to this being
As if we were one and the same, like we shared the same heart
Why had the deaths of the others been so liberating?
I needed answers but had no idea where to start....
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