Across the red sky two birds flying,
Flying with drooping wings.
Silent and solitary their ominous flight.
All day the triumphant sun with yellow banners
Warred and warred with the earth, and when she yielded
Stabbed her heart, gathered her blood in a chalice,
Spilling it over the evening sky.
When the dark plumaged birds go flying, flying,
Quiet lies the earth wrapt in her mournful shadow,
Her sightless eyes turned to the red sky
And the restlessly seeking birds.
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First of hers I have read and I am glad to have stopped by.
The image of her blood caught in a chalice and spilled over the sky is chilling...Excellent visuals throughout.
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8/10
Man, this is quite different than the other pieces that I have read by you so far. I mean this is angsty and a bit horrid in parts. But, still a good piece here.
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