The Sound of Blood

Vibrant, real
tangible.
A red drop
splashes, falling.
Rain, or tears?
A mirrored storm
beneath
gray sky eyes
that blink
and see beauty.
Thunder whispers
and blood screams.
"Now I am become Death,
the Destroyer of worlds."
Whirl within the dance,
color within the notes.
Be.
Master
the unnamed,
Tame the lightening.
Stroking softly,
walk lightly.
Songs, or screams?
Discordant chords
smile,
ominous.
Stitch up the vice
a weeping cross on
the palm of your hand.
Look-
Light beckons.