The cold sharp wind races through the trees
Howling wildly, the trees sway in unison.
The dark swarms over sky.
In a stream, a light less arm dangles
Halfway above the pure blue water.
But wine streams down the faded arm
Drips
Drips
Into pure blue water.
Blue and wine swirl together in an unholy union.
Blood in the water.
The wine-dimmed tide washes the humane away.
Erodes the light within.