Upon mid morning near two,/tormenting now the knowledge hall through.
Quietly came to Columbine/clad in cloaks of black,
Beneath bonded as kinsmen/kindly belonging in form and face.
But rage did rule them now;/near outcasts were these boys in black.
Revenge coerced their course;/condemnation was their cure.
They glided through gates unguarded/unto passing peers who knew their names.
Their objective was openly hidden;/hall to be hindered in hate.
Donned in darkened masks/made detection most denied.
Grimly they raised guns and fired/frightening all in fear.
Surmounting strength they felt,/fueled by screams and flight.
They pursued their panicked prey,/putting them down in pain and death.
The battle brewed for hours/holding no hope for any in hiding.
Some in kindly company/concealed themselves with careful care;
Staying safe without sound/so as to deter discovery.
The dreadful duo did plunder long/lashing out at many pure peers.
They carelessly condemned comrades as if gods,/good knowing they could not;
Showering the hall in shameful blood,/before themselves they shot.
The lucky escaped with their lives/leaving loved ones lying lifeless.
The captured clan of Columbine/comes complete to the hall,
Weeping the day of bloodshed/bequeathed to them that weary way.
They will sadly remember/wrongdoings suffered by them severe,
In that splendid hall of knowledge/known once for safety and care.
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