I have finally realized sheets of blood

All around was the shadow

of what did not exist

but would soon exist

and it would be stained in blood.

This is the final understanding.

The final understanding came to me

in a city that had been angelic;

now filled with dark coloured birds

                                         preying on the night

therefore the night is final.

 

I have travelled by car train airplane

plus the wings of lust and madness

and all that I understand is sheets of blood.

Waves of unknown fury poised on the the crest.

What lives swept away?

                                       What remains?

 

It is final and no reprieve

etched in the blood stained stone.

No return from what is a miracle.

No return from the message of shadows.

No escape from the knife edged pendulum -

all cleansed, purged, in rivers, sheets, of blood.

 

One more night there is blood on the horion.

One more night and how many left?

Clearly etched in the faces around me

I see the horror, crawling closer

                                        to the last red world.

I have finally realized sheets, rivers, of blood.