A Trauma Tale
Tracking this from far above,
A Bright in a suit, a princess in tow.
Eternal class warfare rages overhead,
Neither side grasping why they'll be dead.
The Bright means no harm, not to any, not to one,
Yet watches skyward as her fragment comes undone.
The Sheriff, steady, never one to condemn,
Meets the inevitable—accepting, as he must, in the end.
Thank you!
Great stuff !
Another most excellent read. You have a way of making me see everything you write in this story. I am much obliged to you, sir.
Thank you Vernon! That is a very generous compliment.
That was a whirlwind of imagination!
Tracking this from far above,
A Bright in a suit, a princess in tow.
Eternal class warfare rages overhead,
Neither side grasping why they'll be dead.
The Bright means no harm, not to any, not to one,
Yet watches skyward as her fragment comes undone.
The Sheriff, steady, never one to condemn,
Meets the inevitable—accepting, as he must, in the end.
Thank you!
Great stuff !
Another most excellent read. You have a way of making me see everything you write in this story. I am much obliged to you, sir.
Thank you Vernon! That is a very generous compliment.
That was a whirlwind of imagination!