I don't understand why, but the past few nights I have woken up with poems in my head. Here's the last one.
The
blood flows through
the country,
The
blood flows through
the sea,
The blood flows through their houses,
And
stains so all can see.
The darkness shines through moonlight,
The darkness tries not to please,
The
thoughts and dreams of dead men,
Begging on their knees.
The darkness shines on the killer,
The darkness holds the girls,
The light just feeds the
darkness,
The light feeds
all but me.