| WATERFALLS OF BLOOD |
bloodstained wine washing over staining my body and soul with a laugh so droll merely taking its toll drowning in its red spring turning bright vermillion, everything the waters that rush they seem to sing as they rush down over making me sober even the greenest of clover making me want them more my heart so sore thrusting its water to pour clearing my eye to see its true lie that there is no red dye just a dream since the beginning of time like bloodstained wine this crimson tide gone for all eternity never again to return to me deserted desolated utterly alone and no solace herein 'til it shall return again BACK TO POEMS |