Crimson sky at night aurora bleeding across reality scarlet screams a gaping wound the night is long tortured dreams lingering smoke winter approaches long forgotten is spring
The sky representing the pain the writer or speaker of the poem feels works brilliantly.
Much more creative than simply saying I am in pain.
Impressive work! Sometimes I do feel this way.
When Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in.
It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..