disclaimer: ah non, ma chérie's.
dedication: to bry and her poetry homework that she wants me to do. :3
summary: Oh, London Bridge is, indeed, falling down.
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Shadows,
everywhere, everywhere,
flames flickering to smoke.
Spires rising above the blackened sky;
stars flickering out,
one by one,
as if they had lost themselves.
Panic arose all around,
fire rising high above,
soot and ash collected on the faces of children,
of husbands, of wives.
And he stared, smirking, away from any possible harm,
marveling at his unique creation,
at the scarlet moon above him.
And as the old song goes:
London Bridge is falling down,
falling down,
falling down…
London Bridge is falling down,
my fair lady.