Rotersand

The fire

Rotersand
frightened souls rushing underground
sirens wailing again

the hail of death is pounding closer now
spreading the horror again


close to you lying face to face
fused like in final embrace

here we are, almost ecstasy
all the space and time confined in you and me

you quiver, you sigh
above us the lightning, the fire

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