A time comes when the last shaft
of sunlight leaks through feathery
puffs of pink smoke, and the sparrows
commence their eerie Sirenian verse.
Such was the time he would appear,
rabid in hunger and terror and pleasure,
and able to ration nonetheless. He would
approach under the cloak of moonlight,
well versed in the intricacy of the webs of
darkness. And so he would begin the
brutal ceremony, his delight at its utmost
overflowing in horror and joy, and
amusement. The rain would come down,
heavy with pain, and drumming the earth
as did Diomedes' horses. This viscous
water had no match in blood, for either
by his kin was slaughtered, with little
care or bias or emotion, and every other
fleeting moment a soul would freeze,
and claw at life, and be washed away
with the glare of the reddened foils of
sorrow and bittersweet harmony.And
this was a mundane night in Elysium,
nothing ever as ironic, for the people
knew nothing of it, and thought nothing of it.
2007-10-12
17:41:04
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