Last Days Of New York Poem by Timothy Long

The days shock us, the wave killed many of us, destroyed beyond repair, by the nightmare, a foul creature of tales and song, we could grow, this time, stich up your wounds, make it big, make it special, this fight has to be worth while, mental states will so haywire, were going extinct, is there any fight left? Where are the others? The last days of New York, cities in rambles, towns in shambles, villages become ghost towns, close...the beast has crushed my army, the only one left, what a weird fate, here it comes, I'll send us to hell, ship sinking down, to travels we go!