crimson it is drawn
as I wait with apprehension
a true test of fate's great yawn
lighter is the dawning
the moon a clouded maze
pushed from the sky by sunlight
as you begin a phaze
the crimson fluid tells nothing
of what will come to pass
no antibodies warning
in the crystal vase
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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