A Journey to Blood and Beyond

New blood flowed, and a child was born
As the heart of life went heavier still
The sun came out, killed the dawn
And the tale-tip tore its vacant quill

Crisp and quick the morning went
The child unlearnt his worldly ways
A smile his world forever lent
To him as the dreamer dreamt his days...

Midmorning yawned, smiled and when
The hours slept, all snoring by
The boy woke up, ringed by men
In the garden of the tornado's eye

Higher rose the sun, firmer went its hue
Noon befell the stallions of the storm
The earth emerged in green and blue
Far more a presence, far more a norm

Quickly through evening these hours passed
The squall began to set the sun
And the boy now turned a man amassed
Who ate his toes while on the run

The sky turned sore, its wounds unlaced
The scarlet sun wept out its rust
The black of day to crimson raced
And the boy beheld his bleeding dusk

Wasted thus his heart would kneel
And pray for the dark of night
When the moon is new, and monsters squeal
When his scarring sky is out of sight

The end would come, the stars would show
The blood shall dry and be drunk
The door shall close and the sea shall grow
To where the ship is duly sunk