The Crows

under red skies gather crows
their parliament of darkness grows
the twilight’s silence is disturbed
and o’er the land their cries are heard
to testify on man’s disdain
for a tainted world in pain
and hold to recompense his guilt
the scarred and blackened empires built.

Red Sails (Redux)

I set my red sails ‘fore no wind
in waters black with oil and calm
to a sea of silent monsters, blind
I was to the depths of harm
that dwelt below the mirror’s face
primeval nightmares, eons old
which slither silver from a place
of bloody ends, infernal cold.
Crimson masted tattered ghosts
drifted ‘ward me doldrum slow
and empty faces formed the host
leading me where, I do not know
then suddenly the water’s turned
the surface world around my keel
salt and pitch my life’s breath burned
and in that wave, death’s face…