At the end,
we stood in the rubble
of what was once a
shining kingdom on a hill.
The snow fell
and chilled our hot tears
as we sifted through the
burned and broken stones
of our castle.
Winter crows gathered,
and one broke the bitter silence
to call more.
I threw the stone that
took its life,
but the echo was loud enough.
One by one they grew bolder,
and began to feast on the remains.
We lost the fight, the battle,
and the war.
And at the end,
we looked at each other
with sad indifference,
and went our separate ways.
Beyond Panic 