A Slice of Revelation
By vrsmulator
Fields of crimson barley,Streams as black as coal -The sky above is broodingJust hours from the Scowl.The Moon has had her turning.The Sun his fury nowIs brushing her hair, burningHis wick at Time allows;And, Wormwood bites with bitternessUpon the cringing souls,As ink black day pours its hateInto these bleeding holes.O- Mystery, you've hiddenMan's destiny so well;Many distinct arrivalsInto this time of hell. Written December 3rd, 2001 © on Dec 03 2001 10:45 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Fields of crimson barley,Streams as black as coal -The sky above is broodingJust hours from the Scowl.The Moon has had her turning.The Sun his fury nowIs brushing her hair, burningHis wick at Time allows;And, Wormwood bites with bitternessUpon the cringing souls,As ink black day pours its hateInto these bleeding holes.O- Mystery, you've hiddenMan's destiny so well;Many distinct arrivalsInto this time of hell...."