Red Skies No More
A Poem By T. B. Ward
The red skies are no more,
No more pain,
No more gore,
No more bodies on the floor.
'Cause red skies are no more.
The fire is no more,
No more burns,
No more sore,
No more dusty, ashen ore,
'Cause the fire is no more.
The killing is no more,
No more doom,
No more lore,
Now Death is walking out the door,
'Cause killing is no more.
c. 2012 Taylor Ward. All rights reserved.
