Dead Children, Black Rats

My journey had been long, I had not seen my hometown for weeks.

My spirits were hign for the prosperity I acquired,

When I walked in between houses and streets.

The morning was still, and yet but begun,

And the silence but pleasant and beautiful.

A strange smell lay light on a soft breeze...

As I came closer to my house it grew strong.

I knew not why, at that point, but something made me freeze and shiver cold...

Curiosity of a strange kind made me stare in through a window.

I knew the house I stared into belonged to a family of many.

Well. That's what is used to do.

Imagine my horror when I saw that pale face!

With eyes still open, piercing at me through the dark.

Right then I knew who awaited me.

Death had come to gratulate my return.

As if a ghost to assist my horror, a door creaked and slowly opened wide.

I screamed, and my scream scared me further,

For it echoed uncanny between the housewalls.

As the fool I was, I fled in through another neighbouring door.

The smell was awful as I paced through the chambers,

And that was when I fell over something.

It was a little boy and his sister, still embraced in death.

Lying there on the floor I knew I would not rise

When the rats ran across the floor against me...

All I saw - dead children, black rats...