| The mist of the morning Leaving dew on the colored metals The woodchips hold their secrets Can his madness be assuaged by The coming of cold reality In this place? | |
| He watched as she came forth, Seeing how she breathed and thought nothing but worse or herself. He walked through the playground, through the darkness in his heart, to meet her where she stood, But can he handle seeing the life leave her eyes? | |
| she glanced into his heart, and knew there was something wrong. She wanted to scream, but nothing came out. His eyes danced in fury, but his finger couldn't pull the trigger. | |
| Was this girl really worth it? Flashes came back before his eyes, and his blackened heart screamed to do it, | |
| The specters of darkness beckoned, urged, prodded! "How providence tempts me"! He wildy roared as the past swept before him in flooded torrents; He tightened his grasp, a blood curdling scream shook the night air |
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Just as it sounds. I want a piece about a murder taking place in a gradeschool playground. It can be a school shooting, or unrelated to the school at all. Maybe it isn't a murder, but rather the death of innocence. I leave it up to you.
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