Mourning Beloveth - Anger`s Steaming Arrows


From the window the sky empties to nothing 
and the murder of crows, with their ravished beaks, 
groan for the hollowed inhabitants of the passing day. 

Insatiable sorrow, with its draughty halls, sent a gleaming sword to consume the passing madness only to be plunged into a diminishing perspective. 

Inside I trawl the motionless ravines, a twisting hatred that bubbles from under the steaming, scarlet brook while the incessant rain washes away the gnawing of your imprisoned eyes. 

Anger, with it?s steaming arrows, cuts through the dank air 
dissecting the worn out guilt of October?s echoes that drip sadly 
from the dead branches. 

but before they could leave 
they spent a cold summers eve 
tending the knotted despair 
of a ravaged corpse.

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