Thursday, November 1, 2007

Piercing screams,
Blackened out in the darkness,
Angry fangs break skin,
as torn faces are mocked.
Sin filled blood squelches out the tall towers of colored grass,
Painting them red, tainting the flawless green.
Moist leaves silence the struggles of the lost,
as the wind carries away all words.
Lifeless ground brings little pain,
as the silent wings take air.