I stare outside the window
At a place where birds once flew
But now moonlights as an alleyway
With bloodstained ground, brand new.
A movement in the moonlight
A face with a sinister smear,
Those eyes that glance behind him
As he wipes away old tears.
He looks at her fondl
Her face is full of peace,
Her hair spread across the ground
Her crisp white shirt, now creased.
He walks past a puddle of water
Without a thought of regret
The water was once clear
But now is a bloodstained red.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 8:10 AM UTC
I stare outside the window
At a place where birds once flew
But now moonlights as an alleyway
With bloodstained ground, brand new.
A movement in the moonlight
A face with a sinister smear,
Those eyes that glance behind him
As he wipes away old tears.
He looks at her fondl
Her face is full of peace,
Her hair spread across the ground
Her crisp white shirt, now creased.
He walks past a puddle of water
Without a thought of regret
The water was once clear
But now is a bloodstained red.
Found an old once I wrote 18 years ago.