I stared with joy as the rainbow of corpses filled the sky <br />When I walked into the forest I saw <br />Bodies hanging from every branch of every tree <br />Funeral rain washing away these caskets <br />And days like these are the happiest we will ever be <br />In the winds of winter under the crying moon <br />Vultures flew down, their sadistic laugh in a dissonant echo <br />In this forest land of snow, rain, and death <br />Where the vultures take their thrones <br />A world drained of color, all joy washing away <br />We all joined together to look into the <br />Horizon of the desecrated remains of the dead <br />Circle of spirits fill the bleeding sky <br />To forever watch their world that was taken from them<br /><br />Michael Robertson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-call-death-a-tragedy-i-call-death-a-miraculous-peregrination/
