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THAT DAY IN FALL
That day in Fall the sky was clear
Of cloudy hurt and stormy strife.
A day of peace unscathed by fear
But teeming full with blissful life.
Yet on that quiet, noteless date
The world we knew became no more.
Turned upside down by blind hot hate;
From life to death; from peace to war.
Fierce eyes gazed out past oceans wide;
Blades poised to strike with but a word.
Yet blind they were to threats inside,
And here within the danger stirred.
In skies of aching endless blue
As souls traversed from place to place
The gutless foe his weapons drew
And showed to all true hatred’s face.
That day in Fall flight one-one fell
Out of the sky towards the ground.
Seven and eighty souls in her shell
As fierce eyes slowly turned around.
Too slow they turned, those ancient eyes,
So long forgot and put aside.
Their daggers stripped by leaders “wise”;
Yet now the land for daggers cried.
Too late they came, though hard they tried
Too late the shout; too late the call.
In fire and roar the silence died;
The flight plunged through a castle tall.
Flame, death and heat through office swept;
The flight unleashed its deadly load.
While most gazed on and others slept
Towards the smoke brave heroes rode.
With siren’s wail and lights they came
As steel and glass and victims fell.
Without applause and with no fame
They stepped within the maw of hell.
With heavy load they climbed the stair
With blade of water, shield of foam.
They climbed, those knights, in spite of fear.
So many climbed; so few came home.
Above the street on floors alight
The fate of hundreds, cruel was cast.
No words or thoughts describe the plight
Of those that up there lived their last.
‘Twas they; the trapped, the damned, the lost
That felt the sting of senseless rage.
‘Twas they that paid the utter cost;
‘Twas they within that buckling cage.
That day in Fall had just begun;
One-seven-five, the next to die.
A clever web the foe had spun
As chaos swept across the sky.
Sixty souls within this tomb
As devils drove it screaming in.
Then buildings through the windows loom;
Ahead approached the castle’s twin.
In shock we watched around the world
On TV set of every size.
The tower burned, the smoke unfurled,
Watched live by half a billion eyes.
The second flight, in tower’s shade,
On jagged evil black-swept wing
With dark intent, of evil made,
It struck the burning castle’s twin.
Oh nine oh three, the clocks they read
As here at last the truth we saw;
‘Deliberate act,’ the word was spread,
No accident, but act of war.
A second hell through office seethed
Through crowded streets the impact barked.
A world was shocked, a nation heaved,
In that moment immortal marked.
That day in Fall, as side by side
The shattered towers fiercely burned.
In loved ones’ arms we wept and cried,
To strangers met in fear we turned.
Our woes forgot, our cares disposed,
Our very values redefined.
Our common ground, by fire exposed;
We watched as one; as humankind.
But far above in haunted soar
The fate of many lay in doubt.
The hijackers had struck once more;
Flight seven-seven turned about.
Eastward over meadows green,
Fifty nine souls held in her breast,
The third flight taken flew unseen,
By eyes that frantic searched the west.
Four daggers streaked along the coast
But sought a flight that no more flew.
Four blades on wing, but chased a ghost
As closer seven-seven drew.
Too little time they had that day,
Though in the air four blades now burned;
The hunter seeking out its prey,
Towards a five-side fortress turned.
At last, at last, the eyes they found
The sudden threat and closely traced.
The word was quickly spread around
And daggers hungry northward raced.
Too little time they had that day
And once again too late they saw.
While still at distance daggers lay
Death slammed into the throne of war.
Ten dozen souls and five there died
Within their office razed by ill.
Survivors marched up side by side
To save their comrades living still.
The blades above, their anger grew
And now at last their chance did show;
For farther east beyond the blue
The foe had struck their final blow.
The final flight, its cards were played;
Flight ninety-three soared on the wing.
All forty souls inside afraid,
As mobile phone began to ring.
From loved ones now the tale they heard
Of sorrow, sin, and waste and war.
And lying clear beneath each word
Their certain death that lay in store.
That day with certain death abounds
That day in Fall as towers sear.
As trussing sags, as column bows
The fire fighters climbed the stair.
As pillar groans, as floorboard whines
Still up and up those heroes huffed.
Then thunder like the end of times
Dragged down a tower wreathed in dust.
A princely twin in roar is slain
His carcass torn and cast about.
His skin all broken falls like rain
While far away his fall is felt.
These giants paired that claimed our awe
Their skyline rule begins to wane.
Eternal castles, twins no more;
For only one of them remains.
The daggers ready circle high
Alert as ninety-three draws in.
Before them duties solemn lie
For this time evil shall not win.
A bitter ending to the fight
For either way too great the dead.
But meanwhile on the dooméd flight
“Let’s roll,” the word is softly said.
They came in strangers, each unknown
Their own concerns, own lives to run.
But to one fate they all were thrown
Defiant, free, they rose as one.
These heroes knew the cards they played
They knew the odds against them rose.
Yet still they acted, unafraid
They knew the choice and bravely chose.
Their captors unprepared were caught
The demons threw the craft around.
On knees the heroes onwards fought
And forced the flight into the ground.
Though daggers waited, no threat came,
That duty lifted from their head.
Knowing that waited only flame
Dead heroes acted in their stead.
And then the final prince in strife
Just like his twin collapsed as well.
With loss of hope and loss of life
The second castle earthwards fell.
The streets below were wreathed in white
A dozen smaller castles rent.
The smoke and dust shut out the light
The towers’ reign came to an end.
Nineteen devils with hearts of coal
A legacy of chaos made;
Two near three thousand souls the toll
And cost of stone in billions paid.
The day wears on and tears are shed
As broken souls, they inward cave.
The living culled by unknown dead
Buried down deep without a grave.
Choked in the dust, a country kneels
Broken, drowning in ashen fume.
Trying to rise the county reels
Yet helping hands through the smoke loom.
In bold defiance stand the free
Rank on rank, the world is shown.
Friend nation great, across the sea
You stand up hurt, but not alone.
A world as one stood free, stood tall
As sun set on that day in Fall.
In memory of our dead.
That day in Fall the sky was clear
Of cloudy hurt and stormy strife.
A day of peace unscathed by fear
But teeming full with blissful life.
Yet on that quiet, noteless date
The world we knew became no more.
Turned upside down by blind hot hate;
From life to death; from peace to war.
Fierce eyes gazed out past oceans wide;
Blades poised to strike with but a word.
Yet blind they were to threats inside,
And here within the danger stirred.
In skies of aching endless blue
As souls traversed from place to place
The gutless foe his weapons drew
And showed to all true hatred’s face.
That day in Fall flight one-one fell
Out of the sky towards the ground.
Seven and eighty souls in her shell
As fierce eyes slowly turned around.
Too slow they turned, those ancient eyes,
So long forgot and put aside.
Their daggers stripped by leaders “wise”;
Yet now the land for daggers cried.
Too late they came, though hard they tried
Too late the shout; too late the call.
In fire and roar the silence died;
The flight plunged through a castle tall.
Flame, death and heat through office swept;
The flight unleashed its deadly load.
While most gazed on and others slept
Towards the smoke brave heroes rode.
With siren’s wail and lights they came
As steel and glass and victims fell.
Without applause and with no fame
They stepped within the maw of hell.
With heavy load they climbed the stair
With blade of water, shield of foam.
They climbed, those knights, in spite of fear.
So many climbed; so few came home.
Above the street on floors alight
The fate of hundreds, cruel was cast.
No words or thoughts describe the plight
Of those that up there lived their last.
‘Twas they; the trapped, the damned, the lost
That felt the sting of senseless rage.
‘Twas they that paid the utter cost;
‘Twas they within that buckling cage.
That day in Fall had just begun;
One-seven-five, the next to die.
A clever web the foe had spun
As chaos swept across the sky.
Sixty souls within this tomb
As devils drove it screaming in.
Then buildings through the windows loom;
Ahead approached the castle’s twin.
In shock we watched around the world
On TV set of every size.
The tower burned, the smoke unfurled,
Watched live by half a billion eyes.
The second flight, in tower’s shade,
On jagged evil black-swept wing
With dark intent, of evil made,
It struck the burning castle’s twin.
Oh nine oh three, the clocks they read
As here at last the truth we saw;
‘Deliberate act,’ the word was spread,
No accident, but act of war.
A second hell through office seethed
Through crowded streets the impact barked.
A world was shocked, a nation heaved,
In that moment immortal marked.
That day in Fall, as side by side
The shattered towers fiercely burned.
In loved ones’ arms we wept and cried,
To strangers met in fear we turned.
Our woes forgot, our cares disposed,
Our very values redefined.
Our common ground, by fire exposed;
We watched as one; as humankind.
But far above in haunted soar
The fate of many lay in doubt.
The hijackers had struck once more;
Flight seven-seven turned about.
Eastward over meadows green,
Fifty nine souls held in her breast,
The third flight taken flew unseen,
By eyes that frantic searched the west.
Four daggers streaked along the coast
But sought a flight that no more flew.
Four blades on wing, but chased a ghost
As closer seven-seven drew.
Too little time they had that day,
Though in the air four blades now burned;
The hunter seeking out its prey,
Towards a five-side fortress turned.
At last, at last, the eyes they found
The sudden threat and closely traced.
The word was quickly spread around
And daggers hungry northward raced.
Too little time they had that day
And once again too late they saw.
While still at distance daggers lay
Death slammed into the throne of war.
Ten dozen souls and five there died
Within their office razed by ill.
Survivors marched up side by side
To save their comrades living still.
The blades above, their anger grew
And now at last their chance did show;
For farther east beyond the blue
The foe had struck their final blow.
The final flight, its cards were played;
Flight ninety-three soared on the wing.
All forty souls inside afraid,
As mobile phone began to ring.
From loved ones now the tale they heard
Of sorrow, sin, and waste and war.
And lying clear beneath each word
Their certain death that lay in store.
That day with certain death abounds
That day in Fall as towers sear.
As trussing sags, as column bows
The fire fighters climbed the stair.
As pillar groans, as floorboard whines
Still up and up those heroes huffed.
Then thunder like the end of times
Dragged down a tower wreathed in dust.
A princely twin in roar is slain
His carcass torn and cast about.
His skin all broken falls like rain
While far away his fall is felt.
These giants paired that claimed our awe
Their skyline rule begins to wane.
Eternal castles, twins no more;
For only one of them remains.
The daggers ready circle high
Alert as ninety-three draws in.
Before them duties solemn lie
For this time evil shall not win.
A bitter ending to the fight
For either way too great the dead.
But meanwhile on the dooméd flight
“Let’s roll,” the word is softly said.
They came in strangers, each unknown
Their own concerns, own lives to run.
But to one fate they all were thrown
Defiant, free, they rose as one.
These heroes knew the cards they played
They knew the odds against them rose.
Yet still they acted, unafraid
They knew the choice and bravely chose.
Their captors unprepared were caught
The demons threw the craft around.
On knees the heroes onwards fought
And forced the flight into the ground.
Though daggers waited, no threat came,
That duty lifted from their head.
Knowing that waited only flame
Dead heroes acted in their stead.
And then the final prince in strife
Just like his twin collapsed as well.
With loss of hope and loss of life
The second castle earthwards fell.
The streets below were wreathed in white
A dozen smaller castles rent.
The smoke and dust shut out the light
The towers’ reign came to an end.
Nineteen devils with hearts of coal
A legacy of chaos made;
Two near three thousand souls the toll
And cost of stone in billions paid.
The day wears on and tears are shed
As broken souls, they inward cave.
The living culled by unknown dead
Buried down deep without a grave.
Choked in the dust, a country kneels
Broken, drowning in ashen fume.
Trying to rise the county reels
Yet helping hands through the smoke loom.
In bold defiance stand the free
Rank on rank, the world is shown.
Friend nation great, across the sea
You stand up hurt, but not alone.
A world as one stood free, stood tall
As sun set on that day in Fall.
In memory of our dead.
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