The Fall of The Romanovs

In the dark streets of St. Petersburg.
Flowing black and red.
The crimson soldiers came for us.
Wanting our royal heads.

Into the night we were taken away.
Hurried into morn.
Father carries Alexi away.
Heart so badly broken and torn.

Gazing back upon the palace.
Simple wave goodbye.
Forever gone night till dawn.
As I fear our death draws nigh.

We were imprisoned all alone.
In the blistering cold.
Locked up in a run down home.
With no ones love to hold.

Sounds of battle soon arose.
High up in the air.
Like the shatter of a broken heart.
Becoming hard to bear.

Taken suddenly away once more,
Hidden from the storm,
My aching heart can take no more.
Wishing I wasn't born.

White and red fought at head.
Battling to the death.
To and fro there they go.
All so out of breath.

The war went on long and hard.
Bravely they fought for blood.
Banging, and clanking shouting and hollering.
Ending with a thud.

Moved again for the last time.
Contemplating ways to fend.
Yekaterinburg is our last stop.
Closer to the end.

Past the point of no return.
Finally come to terms.
Taken down to the basement.
So badly filled with germs.

One by one side by side,
Arm and arm we stood.
Heads held High no need to shy.
No need for a hood.

Squeaking and squawking down the stairs,
Raising all our hairs.
The execution group came down.
The piercing of their stares.

The news of execution was shocking.
Misleading thoughts of court day.
Not a second later raising of arms.
No time to even say "hey!"

Banging, booming, the clatter of bullets,
Falling to the ground.
Smoke rising everywhere doors open.
Pools of blood bound.

Not all have fallen, injured but not dead.
Hidden jewels of use,
Saved Maria and I only for a moment.
We suffer the abuse.

Cut, beaten, slit and shot
That's how life stopped,
For Maria and little Anya too.
Bodies all chopped.

A 3-Century Romanov Dynasty fallen.
Whites still praise and shout.
Even without Nicholas about.
There is still no doubt.

In the dark streets of St. Petersburg.
Flowing black and red.
The crimson soldiers came for us.
And got our royal heads.
 

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