[heartartemishunter]

Crimson flowers surround me.
Black are their stems.
Gray rumbles overhead
With black lightning and
Silver thunder roars.

I stand alone, I am alone.
Who knows?
Maybe I exist alone
With the crimson flowers with
Black stems.

They part and reveal my own
Pale face or mayb another's
Cut, and wearing death clothes awaiting
Judgment from someone, from themselves.

Crimson flowers surround me.
Black are their stems.
Gray rumbles overhead
With black lightning and
Silver thunder roars.
Church bells chime,
Sounding my time.
Sounding my time
Which is long run out.
And the church bells chime as i fall.
The flowers hold a feast upon paling flesh.

Chiming more dullily now, red rain
Falls and people watch up in the sky
As the bloody feast continues.

And the bells stop
And I am left pale
In the crimson meadow
Of crimson briars.

Crimson flowers surround me.
Black are their stems.
Gray rumbles overhead
With black lightning and
Silver thunder roars
As I am Hidden amongst
The briars.


-Heart Artemis Hunter