Amidst the brambles, nettles and an unwelcoming assemblage of thorns lay hope
The glistening rays of the Sun bore witness to the still bodies all sit to elope
Harsh voices and snarling jaws would at any moment follow the scent
There was no time for remorse, there was no cause to repent
Drenched with sweat and covered in mud they led each other
Panting and weeping, all fears they gamely tried to smother
When the bullets came pinging, they made themselves small
Their ears were ringing with the ricochets and many a frantic call
Just before the bullets rend the couple asunder, they experienced a blissful calm
Fate and inevitability had contrived to administer a most soothing balm
(Word Count: 118)
Crimson’s Creative Challenge#143
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And I understand it is true, when faced with certain death there is a wash of calm