Untitled
Dec. 14, 2001 ] 11:40 AM
The sky's ablaze tonight in His fire
The clouds burn, break and bleed
Above me, the sun sickens, falters
While the moon stands tall, a golden warrior
Night falls, unencumbered by lust
And the staining of the light
By the moon who swelters in His heat
And blinds His vision with
His blazing blood
His standing quiet lone
Perfect form, cold as bone
Unattainable and beyond.
wax ] wane
Site 

Meter