They Fall Poem by freya Wood

They will fall one by one,
Soon they all will be gone,
They don’t look so they won’t see,
There destroyer will be me,
They close there eyes and they are blind,
They make it easy so I don’t mind,
If they’d listened to what I had to say,
Then they would have never had to pay,
They want to rest so they will,
Each of them I will kill,
If they turned they’d have a fright,
Still I’ll make sure they see no light,
Now there blood runs sweet and red,
And they are all finally dead,
One by one they did fall,
So they no longer stand so tall.