RedRavenPoems

The silver shadows have gone away
The violent actions no more shall hold sway
Azure skies paint the void
Silence now, is gloriously heard.

Broken bodies litter the earth
Bloody streaks, make crimson dirt.
Like a stain glistening and wet
Knowing it’s time has not come yet.

Mother earth opens her mouth
Crimson stains stifle her shout
Looking here to clot her throat
So much, so deep, in it one could float.

She drinks it down
So much she may drown
Yet like fine wine sampled, swirled around
Coppery tang, the taste seems deep, down into the ground.

Earth turns black, the color of loam
Here the crimson stain no more shall roam.
No more shall it make frothy red foam
It’s found it’s final home.

Rich with crimson life shall bloom
Growing quickly where once was only doom.
Twisting trunks, green and high
Toward upward, stretching towards azure sky.

From the death life shall be born
From the crimson stain, from misery comes this form.