The Bloody Rain
Squeak.
Sweat-lathered leather
twists, senses sharpen.
Mini-sound from the
tightening of hand on right,
Beads form, running down
brow,
Salty sweat slides, striking,
stinging, sight
Opponent stands with furrowed
brow.
Left hand twitches, crossing
waist,
Crow calls, Thanatos' thrall,
Ear flinches, opponent's foot
falls back a pace,
Drop of sweat from misted
chin begins to fall.
Sweat streaming in the
whipping wind,
Tabi tapping on snow-covered
cobblestones,
Opponent charges charging
cross-scared man, words if spoken, lost in wind,
Bird blinks with eyes which
witness the fall of thrones.
Crescent coincides with caw,
And like nature's morbid
flaw,
Bloody rain falls, scattering
far,
And the salty silver drop
falls like a shooting star.
I from my sleep awake,
Sheets tangled about my legs,
mind torn,
My clammy hands rise to my
cheek,
my mind thinks her name
forlorn,
My hand makes a motion,
tracing
The opened cross-shaped scar.
