Cooking burgers at a desolate restaurant on a highway just a fortnight ago.
Mom and Dad smile, saying joyous things, tremors in their eyes say otherwise.
Smoke, dust, sand, screeching projectiles bouncing.
Valorous knights, dark winds blow bitter breath, beware.
Thin spread, whispers shouting, evasion served us well.
Ferrari red eyes, yelling, the vanquished lay staring blankly into yesterday.