Shades of night
splinter the ethos.
Chords of might
threaten, bark and sneer.

When red spills over black
And dots of cries
splatter
Earth and Sky
Then, we see the lady in Blue

She stands
cold in moonlight
with eyes of stars
piercing
in, in, in.

Fluttering up my spine
a numb horror
of the things to come
Oh God, oh God...
The dread

The Lady of Blue
Times of black steeped
in red.
Dare we hope or
believe her
through what she has bled