Sky Blood
Let the child dream,
let them stay out past sunset until the leaf piles swaddle
their tired limbs after a long afternoon.
Afterall, we too recall the comfort we found
in the damp soil against our backs,
the sweet scent of decaying foliage,
because nothing could steal the
clouds circling overhead, the sky blood
dripping down the western horizon,
the golden leaves tumbling onto us
from the wind whipped by what we
thought to be dragon wings.
Even still, when dusk casts limbs in saffron glow,
I see the indentations we left after those long battles
with the villains we thought we had slain so long ago.
Udûn
Even as the earth still bleeds
beneath an uncertain eye,
we pay no need to the little heroes
who carry mountains,
the unknown who bear our burdens
past the point of what seems like no return.
Even as the earth still bleeds
beneath an uncertain eye,
we dance in the smoke we brew,
the metal we forge, while the little heroes
save us from ourselves
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