The Lost

One day of death-

and a day of lies.

Take one last breath.

One day of death-

a little girl's cries

as a tortured soul dies.

One day of death-

and a day of lies.

-

Life flickers out to black –

the last breath of candle flame:

Curling, swirling upwards in a haze,

fading ringlets never tamed.

-

Like morning mist turned to steam

rising high into the morning sky,

vaporizing in the heat of daylight

carried away upon nature’s sigh.

-

A predator who preys upon them,

like wolf upon soft-wooled sheep.

They’re disappeared away, “The Lost;”

The many children reaped.

-

Heed this warning:

hold your children close.

With each morning,

heed this warning:

or search coast to coast –

or else…become a ghost…

Heed this warning:

hold your children close.

-

One day of death-

and a day of lies.