Magenta on Green

Looking up the sky above
The gathering clouds
Puffed by the wind
My tears roll down
As I whisper
My last Goodbye

My body is torn
Many savage men
With dark needs,
Malicious lusts
stabbed me with knives
and their engorged tools.

Spreading red hues
On green forest floor
I weep as my life
Seeps out of me
Behold scythe-man
Approaches….

Alone in gentle repose
She sleeps tranquil
on liquid magenta carpet
on the green meadow.