Demonology vol. 4

There wasn’t much left after,

On that rainy afternoon.

Whatever little we had, we gave away

To those who stood unflinchingly with us.

“Nay,” they said,

Turning away our aid.

But what kind of men would we be

If we idly stood by?

Food and clothes, we gave aplenty,

Before they embarked on the long journey home.

But for the last one,

I made an effigy.

 

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