The Blood Pours Down

"The Blood Pours Down"
In the silence ... a whispering dread_
Beneath shadows that drape like shrouds_
An echo of cries stirs in the night air_
A cadence wrapped in dying edges of night.
Crimson rivers trace paths forever unseen_
Slipping without purpose into the darkness_
Fingers of fate curl around evil elements_
Staining the earth with stories of despair.
The blood pours down ... heavy and cold_
It drips lost dreams and hollow victories_
Each drop narrates an elegy always unsung_
Battlefields littered with promises broken.
In alleyways where ghastly ghosts linger_
Heartbeats fade to whispers behind glass_
Children step gingerly through the muck_
Their innocence ruined by sorrow’s embrace.
And yet there are those who dare to rise up!
Voices erupt from a volcano in that silence_
Fists clenched tight against fear's iron grip_
They challenge that which seeks to destroy us.
They weave a tapestry from threads soaked red_
Hope mingled with pain as visions take flight_
Painting a dear solace upon walls once so bare_
Beauty emerges amidst chaos ... a brand new day.
Under a sky washed anew in colors so vibrant_
We emerge from that old bitterness and shame_
Embracing what it means to feel and be alive_
We stand firm as we watch the blood pour down.
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