Distant Early Warning

A siren sounds in the distance.
Breaking the silence of the night.
Thoughts run through my mind.
Sadness for the chosen victim.

Red and blue lights flash in the night.
Red. Blue. Red.
A tragic end.
Grief from within for the chosen victim.

As the siren grows louder.
My mind starts racing.
"What if I know the victim?"
I try to push it out of my mind.

The siren grows louder.
The colors grow brighter.
Panic stricken.
Unable to move, frozen.

Too many questions racing.
Panic.
I start to tremble.
My legs unable to support me.

I fall to the ground.
The sirens blare in my ears.
I hear someone running to me.
Then, nothing.

© Fighter

*It's about foreshadowing. It's kind of confusing, but I hope you understand it.