Ancient Skies

He left alone,

forgetting the dismal scenes, in his stubborn eyes.

Threatening, bodies, closed in on his red stained soul.

Cause he, couldn't see.

What he was looking at, and

He, couldn't hear, what he was,

listening for.

He remembered the crimson mixture of ash and sand,

and the memories forgotten,

hand in hand,

while they downed their poisoned tears,

in their eternal, toothless smiles.

A light shun his path,

blinding but, reassuring,

feeling, at peace, he slowly ascended.

Remembering his past in,

disbelief.

Reached his destination,

he suddenly perceived,

all of this,

wasn't real.

A wave crashed on to the bloodshot moon,

and dissolved the memory we're living through,

nothing strange, there is no blame,

and its only a glimpse of an ancient sky.

A bloodshot moon, lit these ancient skies,

and the pitch black stars, shun beyond sunrise,

cause dust covered, his bright blue eyes,

and slowly drowned, his unheard cries.