Same poem. new style.

A blue alive paints a forbidden kingdom of graves once cold.....


And yet its hues mingle and die, 
and bow before your black night sky, 
as forests dance to this murderous rite, 
they seek your flame, 
they seek its rain tonight.....


Whilst angry skies cry bloody tears, 
and flood with colour these sanguine fears, 
they set your hungry eyes alight.....
so come hither beast, 
for I let you feast tonight.