I

Trumpets sounded as dawn came
New bonds were formed, vows exchanged
The lovers escaped into their beautiful reverie,
Of laughter and happiness, temporary pain but everlasting pleasure. 

As darkness swept across the glass house,
Inevitable dusk came upon them all.
But alas two became three, and it was all forgotten. 
Joyful chuckle, piercing cries – their lives revolved around. 

Relatives came and went, entranced: 
“You look just like your father!”
She merely laughed, he betrayed no emotion
Whichever artist that God sent out to paint the contours on their faces
Created a masterpiece. 

II

The glass house reverberated at the sound of a booming cry
Then shattered into infinite shards, that burst into a prism of blinding lights. 
The battlefield was set, the pieces were strewn.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. 
A charge into the abyss, a cut across my body,
The shards turned a bright Crimson red,
Never-ending, consuming the flesh of the three beings. 
But they wanted more. 
With every ounce of hope I willed for it to stop,
But the blood flowed on, 
And the clocked ticked on. 

She struggled against the opposing, overpowering being.
A piercing scream, I stood helpless. 
“You’re just like your father.”
Then she collapsed.