There Is No Gap
A house sits near the graveyard.
In her he saw no evil.
Her father burned his town.
She lived surrounded.
He took to the road.
He saw the soldiers coming.
Through a frozen world he wanders.
He shivers and dreams.
On frostbitten feet and shivering limbs he stumbles on alone.
His strength is gone stolen by cold.
The world is moving. Spinning. Dancing.
His cracked eyes open to see fire dancing.
He sees father but does not think he gave me away to be hurt.
He burns hot beneath blankets.
He opens his eyes.
Nin Chronicles is dedicated to bridging the gaps between religion, race, gender and, most importantly, the gaps between parents and their children, the most harmful gaps of all.
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