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Strange figures stood, rows of cages and cloth covered stalls, an endless maze with no exit.
Strange figures stood, among the rows of creatures bound by iron cages.
Strange figures stood, walked, drunk, ate food, joyfully talked, unintelligent to their defeat.

An invisible killer marched among the maze of cloth and iron, creeped through the brick jungle,
All had fear, an inevitable terror unstoppable by steel or flame marched through concrete halls,
All cried, all mourned, all tried to hide away,
They starved, fear the only thing driving them on,
The invisible killer,
A twisted fiend not of darkness but suffering.
Loathsome black eyes upon its beaked face.
It was figureless, unseeable, wore a hood, a skull, a featureless face.
Some said it held a scythe, was grey, black or colourless.
Only one thing was certain - it was death.

None could stop its endless march of terror, a crusade of evil
It was unstoppable.
The monster stood, watching over its empty court of concrete halls.
Halls once populated, full of posters and colours, emotion and people,
Once streets, roads, schools.
Nothing mattered anymore,
For if you were to stroll along the path you would find a monochrome sad land,
Ravaged by the rule of a tyrant,
You would not go there, my friend,
For all you would find was an endless snapshot in time, never changing, never progressing,
The year the world stopped.

Alex Collins, Y8
Meadowhead

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