Air raid sirens screamed their arrival, there’s terror in the skies.
All waifs and strays herded from the street to their subterranean demise.
Jammed in like pebbles in a jar, locked in behind solid doors; the inanimate gas pipes came to life hissing their fury with convulsive Jaws.
Souls clung to souls for protection and to utter their last goodbye, now’s the time to ask forgiveness for every single lie.
Beyond their passing came silence and a grey light tinged with red, a well dressed presence drifted forth and took the souls of all those dead.