There Screams echo, the invisible glass between them scatters, as the missile explodes against the soft surface, The room falls mute, Then a dreadful screech comes form the area of the great explosion, As the blood begins to run down the face of the fallen, The injurer falls to their knees and begs for the lifeless to return, But there before him lays a lifeless corpus of the once love, And then hated but now, dead
