On soft distant winds…

Spirits bleed;
Seeds for the new father’s Son
to share w/his sacred friends
Who stare vacant
& poised w/silence
in the shadows above

Where the sweet,
wretched smell of death
permeates us
w/calculated cruelty
Then spreads through us
as stiff, arrogant waves

Cold blood in this grave

Feel

Experience this strange
unearthly presence
& break the seal.

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