Crimson tears crash
from the eyes of the Gods,
faithfully flowing through
the cobble-stoned path,
I walk
in the direction of the fire.
The heavens burning,
bright
and providing light,
dimming down this dwindling road.
Screams,
shrieks of terror, shouts of faith
as the herd of sheep
fruitlessly phone.
Desperate for their burning bush
to reveal
Itself. Yet I Grin,
lips spread thin
cheek to cheek,
ear to ear,
such absurdity leads
to either laughter or fear.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 10:45 AM UTC
Crimson tears crash
from the eyes of the Gods,
faithfully flowing through
the cobble-stoned path,
I walk
in the direction of the fire.
The heavens burning,
bright
and providing light,
dimming down this dwindling road.
Screams,
shrieks of terror, shouts of faith
as the herd of sheep
fruitlessly phone.
Desperate for their burning bush
to reveal
Itself. Yet I Grin,
lips spread thin
cheek to cheek,
ear to ear,
such absurdity leads
to either laughter or fear.