The first note gave way to the first scream.
The bows pulled against the cellos
As the knives pulled out of the bodies.
The chorus rose and fell,
As the corpses thudded one by one.
The drums hung in the air,
As foul as the stench of the massacred.
The last note faded, but they would never forget.
© Jade M. Wong 2016
100% inspired by the Red Wedding in Game of Thrones, which I’ve just watched because I’m finally catching up on the show, and I am now traumatized for life.
July 10th’s Word: Indak (v.) To dance in time with the music.