Shards of a Distant Night

Black and white headlines,
splashed across the fold,
howl with the echoes
of a terror and a time.

Darkness brings a nagging fear
of flames and of glass,
shards of a distant night
still crystalline in the mind.

Inky skies remember torches,
marching column of matching shirts,
and the smoke that followed
obedient, with polished boots.

The night fell deep and heavy,
horizon stained red with the sun.
The birds no longer sang
after the bleak harvest.

Black and white headlines,
splashed across the fold,
howl with the echoes
of a terror and a time.

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