Blood red,falling against the shadowed sky.
Amid, the blackened light it fell.
Canvased in darkens, extinguished like a fire.
Its light gone,swallowed by the earth
A new shall come, in time.
Shall night fall, for morn I wait.
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
Blood red,falling against the shadowed sky.
Amid, the blackened light it fell.
Canvased in darkens, extinguished like a fire.
Its light gone,swallowed by the earth
A new shall come, in time.
Shall night fall, for morn I wait.
Actually, this poem describes anger.
