Zen Rage
Zen Rage
Wounded… The White Winged one rises from his pain…
Bloodied and Torn, He makes his way across the White Sands…
Casting his Gaze to the Red Sky…
He wonders why
As The Moon rises…
He Takes rest by a Cool Blue, Green Pond of Light
Within its Waters, The Reflection of a Wounded Bird
The Darkened Gaze, of someone who cared
The Stars Fill the sky…
Like Clockwork in the Night
He falls face first into the Still Warm White Sand…
Soon he shall Wake, and start again
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PICTURE CREDIT – Angels
