ValentineKills

Three people stand in a darkened room Each surrounded by shadow and gloom The world beyond is out of sight These three girls remain to hide The first is young, of rosy cheek With eyes of innocence and disposition meek No more than ten number her years And fewer still number her fears She believes in good and make-believe She believes the lies of you and me She knows not of the world's despairs Childhood wonder is all of her care The second is older, grown, adult No excess hope is in her look Her eyes find nothing good to behold All life is gone for this young soul Dreams she finds to be misleading Nothing much comes of pleading In her heart y

Dawn broke slowly through the weighty blackness of night, fragile tendrils of silvery gold clawing their way out of the horizon. They skidded upward into that infinite blanket of nothingness, gaining strength and color. Pale gold metamorphosed into orange; orange into yellow; yellow into white; and with the blinding whiteness of the sun, a new day was born. Crisp air danced happily, welcoming the birth of a new morning. Black curtain removed, cobblestones twinkled in the light. They formed a wide circle with diverging paths along its circumference, mutating into concrete sidewalks as the distance from the circle increased. Visible from the c