The city was up in smoke –
We screamed, we ran,
And then we were conquered –
Forced into hiding.
A mansion filled with secret passageways,
We scuttled in the dark,
Looking out for one another,
While avoiding “the Other.”
Yet it seemed we knew them.
There was history there –
Hurt, anger,
Melancholy for connections lost.
Something had broken and we were now in fear –
We did not trust their return,
Or familiarity;
They were strangers to us now.