Creepy, soaked ,bloody skies.
The sun has reason not to rise.
Day is broken in the snow
Falling, chilling, fondling glow.
Soaked, reddish, dirty trees,
Having drunk all the sun it seems,
Bloody scarlet is their bark.
Crowns are gleaming in the dark.
Purple clouds praise the Moon
To rule the world at high noon.
Wind is chasing them away.
Bluish-crimson is the day.
Creepy, soaked, restless skies.
Mercy teaches to despise.
Violence teaches to forgive
Spilling blood till doomsday eve.
Bloody noon
© Copyright: Мария Баулина, 2016
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