victim on the wind

The crow spiraled down
and the earth came up to greet him
in a decadent splash of black and
red
red
red
the crow no longer called
and the dread silence sang
whilst black feathers fell
a perverted snow on the cheeks of the earth



Why does joy always yield to darkness? Why is it so easy for the smiles to vanish, only to be swallowed up in the gritted teeth of anger and misery? For once, why can't the darkness simply accept defeat? Because Darkness rules the night, and eventually we all belong to the night.