It happened fast,
within a flash.
Sounds of a blast,
dimensions crash.
Traveled through space,
went back in time.
Feet still in place,
explosions chime.
Vibrate from rings,
as tears cascade.
Canonball flings,
like live grenades.
Shut both eyes tight,
pray to be home.
See colored lights,
memories roam.
Another life,
lived long ago,
with war and strife,
a fearful show.
Blinked once or twice,
then came right back.
Serene and nice,
all things intact.
A peaceful park,
structure holds pain.
Evokes heart sparks,
positive gain.
Fixed Instrument,
historic throne.
Mixed sentiments,
respect is shown.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Written in response to Crimson Creative Challenge # 219, hosted by Crispina Kemp
