BloodShed Fields

A Poem by FaeryQueen

on the spot

we have killed
many lives
what will that look like
above our heads
a bleak dreary
cloud
hung above us
and our shame
glittering away
slowly
dancing on the surface of the gleaming horizon

© 2015 FaeryQueen

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Added on August 30, 2015
Last Updated on August 30, 2015

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FaeryQueen

NYC, NY

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