Pale, jade eyes gazed through the collecting clear layer of molten glass.
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Both, were stricken still by an unreal never-ending conclusion.
Distraught, his voice screamed like a dry bow on a taught violin string.
Ashes clung, collecting on his now misery drenched hands.
Black, purple death slinked slowly over the rough street.
A friend's final learned lesson displayed now to be known.
Circling spectators leered like shoulder shifting vultures.
Lone he marched away,never really leaving...