"The Village Rhyme Time"

the village was badly hit
now no time for rhyme
dead lights no longer lit

some windows ajar a bit
most framed against time
weary bodies need to sit

slowly searching for fit
their sad eyes so sublime
sad fishhook wet wit

first found survival kit
reaching too high to climb
suffering the pendulum pit

tired victims living the skit
their feet dance on a dime
hollow boneless hands knit

renewal is a slow drift submit
again rhyme time will be fine
dreamers must always teeth a bit
so they determine never to quit