Three
Down the carrion birds of night
Peck and tear and fight
Bleeding flesh and fractured bone
Lying there, in sand and stone.
*
Fingers cold and thin and white
Cloak as black and thick as night
Hoarse and hollow, dark as marrow
The voice of Death, demands you follow
*
Eyes shadowed with dreams and nightmares
Tears bitter and stained with fears
Lips bleed from biting them
Wrists spout from cutting them.
Peck and tear and fight
Bleeding flesh and fractured bone
Lying there, in sand and stone.
*
Fingers cold and thin and white
Cloak as black and thick as night
Hoarse and hollow, dark as marrow
The voice of Death, demands you follow
*
Eyes shadowed with dreams and nightmares
Tears bitter and stained with fears
Lips bleed from biting them
Wrists spout from cutting them.