The sky wept blood red tears
Onto the parched landscape
Forgotten apparel
Sway limply in the dead draft
Ruby Dust settles on neglected items
Lifeless items
A monster approaches
Ready to swallow the world
And crush it with crimson teeth
Red Fingers as gentle as feathers
Yet ready to suffocate
With strength of a thousand tigers
Armageddon is approaching
Death will be brought unto all
This is a poem based on a piece of art by Drysdale, check out the original picture