The evening beckons forth a bloody bath
That washes mountains, valleys, trees, and seas
Just red and black on every open path
Impressing all mankind onto their knees
The orb that send us light goes down to die
A bird now ends its flight onto a nest
The wind and branches breathing out a sigh
All moving creatures slow to take a rest
The pricks of light just born from recent death
Too numerous to count with human minds
Are singing songs not sung with air or breath
About the freedom that removes all binds
And so dies all our grief and every strife
And with the morn shall rise new hope and life
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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