Shadowed Images

Go before a wintered moon,

And wash the floors with blood,

Calvary shed tears for fallen men.

 

The saddened shape of wallowing mothers,

Forgotten besides a rock half hearted,

Blue in the garden of afterimaged suns.

 

Follow me in the bask of glory!

 

A sanctity of food,

And willowed aspects of what of you?

The swallowed end of a dream to be,

Flailing in motion and disbelief.

 

The shadowed images.

◄ Goodnight

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