we are still,
eyes swollen,
a moon in each,
in the center,
death,
ribboned with smoke,
wispers across water,
so quite,
the other side,
all that will remain of me,
a red hill ahead,
black snakes sliding into the water,
making the moon shiver,
i cross the bridge,
bones it is made of,
sunk deep in red water,
dark as the blood we bare,
as screams resonance,
sinks into flame,
eyes filled with fear

by scarlet rose