A scarlet painting on the sky
dotted with the white wisps of cloud
like the blood that taints the shroud
of the corpse with a smile so wry
one could hear the sound of the cry
emanating somewhere from the crowd
dotted with the white wisps of cloud
a scarlet painting on the sky
the corpse’s skin would wither by
but what about the promise he vowed
the seed, in the womb of his love, he sowed
towards the sky, gaze upon, her eye
a scarlet painting on the sky.
HA's Place 