Mythdancer

My waking eyes behold a blood moon sky
Lightning tears across a canvas
clouds emit a certain shade of pale green.
Soft rain echoes faint notes of the violin. Cosmic fire rips through the trees, violent, abrupt, berserk.
Pine needles eloquently dance
splintered glass ascends the starlit deep
I stand upon a sea of black crystal
I Break against, I break against
I am Chained in fury
Sunlight bleeds through encapsulated liquid
My force leaves me
Fettered consciousness
Threads of life separate upon the threshing floor of time
A pastel red obliterates
A deepest dark encompasses