Promise of Defeat

A poem from a prompt that promises more.

Under the cover of darkness, in silence they crept.

No moon or stars to light their way.
Rain nor snow would hinder them.

A scream,
The flutter of a thousand wings,
Marked the time in the empty streets.
Residents all sleeping deep.

In silence they crept, under the cover of darkness....

No guards or dogs in their way.
Walls nor doors would hinder them.

A bark,
The pecking of a thousand birds,
Mark the beginning of the end.
Residents all dying in their sleep.

Under the cover of darkness, their promise they kept.

The End

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