Dies Irae

Dies Irae

Fuego, they said, nothing more, and then
the fire, high on the hills. I could see it,
and feel the warm wind over the water
carrying cries, my village brightly lit.

Running, they were all running, I could hear
the laughter stop, feel the brightest smile burn.
This is the way dreams die, darkness comes and
dares to let me live. I did not return.

They tell me I killed a man yesterday,
He was the one who hurt my little girl.
This is how it ends, with blood upon blood,
Now that there is something wrong with the world.