There’s murder in the air,
the air going black with crows
drips deep red
into a bloody sunset-
The sky grows ever dimmer
with the presence of the dark birds,
like storm clouds gathering
into a destructive yet cleansing force-
The light of day slowly dying,
something all new to be borne
distant thunder rumbles
as the crows gather with wild caws-
The clouds go red, like blood being shed
with the weight of the immensity of life spent,
like crows trying to gather enough courage
to fly into the unknown night-
It just may kill them but they will go
in storm or calm; either way it shall be
a salvation, an atonement,
and something old must die-
Catharsis
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