Diminishing

Polka dotted moonlight shimmers
Drawing shaded pictures on spiralling fountains.
Tenement houses flaming red,
Cobbled streets scattered with dead
Corpses motionless like ancient stone towers
Torchlight weaving,
Searching behind wrought-iron gates.

Innocent victims huddled together in fear,
Houses pocked with bullet holes and shrapnel,
Windows shattered.
Rebels flee, diminishing over trodden hilltops
Their hopes of freedom lost forever.