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The Crying Gentlemen
As the light slowly fades, the billowing gentlemen cascade across the sky,
Shadows become darker, as the light is slowly enveloped by the inkiness.
A smattering of drops begins to patter the ground like the small steps of a dancing child,
The air grows cooler…cooler…the gentlemen grow angrier.
A rising cadence of gunfire begins, rivulets of molten glass track through the streets,
Combining with the stained dusty ground, where the people gathered to talk,
The silvery light now becomes laced with pure blackness, no respite is given.
Through the misty bleakness, shadowy ...