Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Red

a fire eternal in days of old
the skies are for gods and heroes bold
illume our sudden days - ease our sheer ways
flourish our grounds - nourish our bowls

I've seen men cry and crumple dry and die
wars of freedom gained but a sigh
monsters alive not the shadows but high
they're in disguise their words the sky

this ancient light has lost - bloodlessly dead
true only in our electric heads
not meant to fall this far this falling star
lit up till death - his radiance still red

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