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Blood On The Lupines

Inter Arma

As the sun bids farewell
To this dusty wash
Its last thin rays
Kindle tiny stars
That dance
In no particular time
Specks of stray glass
That collect the last hints
Of the fleeting light

As darkness grips
This wayward land
Scant flickers of transient light
Frolic in the distance
A sure sign of some dreary town

So I wander through the night
'Til I reach its shadowy edge

Where gravestones lay between
Shuttered homes and rusting hulks

Where I see her figure
Faceless in the gloom
And she says:

"Turn away! These people are held by a cursed star
There's blood on the lupines and a fever in this town."






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