Saturday, November 30, 2019

Following Valentine

A trail of blood led me
Up the walkway to the gate
Where a pool of it was slowly
Shining turning to paste
I touched it and it clung
Until I wiped if off on the bricks
Enough to know the victim
Was in pain so I followed
The ruddy drops even if it was
To Calvary I would find you
But soon they stopped
The walk went on without
Another drop to be found
What demon crashed down
What angel hurled to the ground
Leaving only a sobbing sound

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