The Cove

Hand in hand the Ronans sleep,
Guard by guard they look and weep,
Skies of darkness fall on all,
Fires burning, life’s last call.

Held in prison, their own land,
Shown a sentence all but glad,
Past the hour children sleep,
Not to wake within this keep.

Each guards’ step would summon fear,
Actions shedding not a tear.
Soulless beasts, as we would call,
Bringing death to us all.

One by one, day and night,
Worthless courage would not fight.
Weakened bodies lay with fear,
Holding their last loved ones dear.

Such did happen until a night,
With a fire, hope did light.
Explosion cast, set us free.
Unsure of safety, we did flee.

Though hope was felt and freedom had,
Nothing saved those hurt so bad.
The mind and body, all so weak,
The Ronans’ future, very bleak.

So cast aside your horrid arms,
With spirit, let those free.
A lesson I hope you have learned,
From the horror that can be.