the journal of literature and the arts at saint david ’ s school
But then I awaken rain up to my knees I peek through the window for a sign of hope but my homeland has been destroyed as if 5,000 troops came and went leaving destruction in their path A wasteland remains
I know everything has changed because of Odile the devil in disguise who showed no mercy and the memory of that night forever haunts me
One day I ’ ll return and witness her beauty restored But until then I ’ ll keep visualizing her as she once was
~ Luca Webb-Reyes
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