That night was drenched in crimson
Crimson blood spattered over pale white skin
The cold breath from the Night Children puffed down Simon's back.
The room was a ballroom frozen in time
A balcony hung above
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This was no place for a mundane.
He heard whispers
frantic
they called into the echoing room, sharing secret plans.
…
Suddenly there was a splintering boom
the room exploded into chaos.
Screams and threats hung heavy in the muggy air.
The Children of the Night bargained;
exchanged their silent prisoner for their leader.
…
Finally Simon was safe.
Clutched in the familiar hands of the girl he knew most.
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and shattering glass
and chaos
oh. so. maddening.
The world was caving in.
Howls rang out in the night.
The wolves crashed through the windows.
A fight breaks out.
The redheaded girl who cradles Simon throws a dagger.
It hit a target with a wail.
...
Running up the stairs, the crowd met the open air.
The Shadowhunters and their friend ride into the sky.
The mundane is safe
with Hotel Dumont shrinking into the background.
My 'Simon' poem :).
This is my first TMI story!