I look up, and your there.

A red beast, mud-made,
a devil for sure.

You're shaking.
I pretend not to notice.

Instead, I dwell
on the story.

It seeps from my hands,
pours from thorn ******.

Water and Wine.
Water and Wine.

Scrolls of it.

I'm not sure what's next,
Something about a stone?

Anyways, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have made you
do it.

                                                            ­                  -km