The words slipped through her lips like honey but was more powerful any strom. Her blood stained lips spoke of everything and anything leaving men fall as soldier in war. The music was pounding in her ears . The pub was draped in a thin layer of smoke and thick smell of liquor as the word pours from her like a rushing waterfall hitting with full force and as the last word dropped from her mouth the curtains rained down ending the song but leave a booming echo in nothing but a whisper.
