Blood Red Skies and Eyes

Through breath of this confession, A vendetta finds its wake, Like the rage in every storm Finds first its ripple in a lake. With secrets living lives of Branding names in every wrist, A scar, once tapped for purest ore, Now buried down a list. In hopeless will to calm the fears They've carved clear through the table, Then seam this gap, a wishing well, A balance so unstable. From fire lit within from silence, Then eye for eye we'll match. Come showered sparks from blood red eyes, A wish that one should catch. Fly gracefully, young flame. In shelter, burn your wings. Engulf to feed, make day of night, Then see what morning brings. Dream a lifeless 'scape charred barren, Sans plagues of holes, a rash. Dream these graves run short on stones. Those unmarked can't rise from ash. Construct to protect, a barrier. Seal it brick by brick, And with solemn swear cement, No sharpened wind should cut that thick. Now only dark will see of blood red skies, Banished now to shun the light. A wish to turn prophetic truth, For life, prolong, extend the night.