Title: September 11, 2001

Disclaimer: I do not own this poem, my friend Alice does. Neither of us own anything affiliated with last Tuesday's tragedy, don't sue.

A/N: this is a poem about last Tuesday's tragedy, there's no more to say.

"September 11, 2001"

And now Death observes in the corner

Studying with silent eyes the Distress, the Pain, the Destruction

The terror passing through him…right through him

He awaits the climax, the inevitable?

The debris envelops him, and instead manifests Reality

With broken pieces of Hope…of Light…of Stability

Thoughtful looks, dreamer's dreams, prayers of bright

Taking a step back…and reflecting

Hell dances at the fringe

And terror ensues

A/N: Deaths POV. No more to say.