Something of an End
The grandeur and the beauty,
Matched by not a one.
The innocent and unknowing,
Doomed on the last run.
Sheer strength size and power,
Masking what is to come.
Thought impossible to break,
The truth is known by some.
First time unlucky,
Left never to return.
Carrying such life and spirit,
Into the night the lights burn.
Few suspect the magnitude,
A simple close-call is all.
But others know the real truth,
The behemoth will soon fall.
So many faces in one spot,
With no place to run.
The terror is widespread now,
The band plays on as people run.
Slowly things come undone,
Knots fall from rope.
Now it is known what happens,
There is no more hope.
The screams echo into the night,
As a final glimpse is had.
So many souls lost for good,
So tragic and so sad.
This poem is copyright © to Mike Davidson
1998