Cobbled together
the noise in the station
swept almost out of control
before the second shot
pulsed through the air,

translating footsteps
for broken screams

raking in chords
like pendulum drums
echoed across the ceiling

pulling together emotions
originally for some going home
or seeing loved ones
into blushed petals
trampled onto the floor
streaming through
stained glass

and in which the
middle of it stood me
watching history
repeat itself again.

(A short Second Prologue of a epic Poem to start as part of NapWrimo in April.The story shall start on April 1st.

I am looking for fellow writers to get involved with the story with either their own story or something within the narrative -get involved if interested)