Blood And Grey Skies Entwined

Dying into a dance,

Dismal the tide of woes,

Your eyes still can't see

A wave in the foaming streams

Turned loose our prayings son.

The crawling snakes of massacre mesmerize the worn-out.

We gathered the first drop after the bite

And spilled the poison

Over

the earth.

The taste of rain was bitter:

Blood and grey skies entwined.