A/N I have absolutely no idea where this came from or what it is. Enjoy.

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And they fell with single minded shades of blue

Upon the oval of upturned stone

Screaming – crying – and we could not tell what moved them

While crows flew dark against a sky of ashen steel

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The bleak and quiet shadows of the pines

Kept out the moon and in our down-cast eyes

Dusted needles trembled in the breath from frozen throats

And we turned away from blood streaked hands and granite

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Blue spilled upon pale stains of smattered red

Fingers raw and pleading, salt-sweet bargain

We watched unmoved as twilight danced among them

Still unsure whether they passed with the bitter taste of ice or rapture