Saw a figure as it rolled about

It rolled…spinning in circles

Circles, traced in incarnadine

Everything, a blur, still, a blur


Still it spun, though slowing

A gaping hole, two pearly edges

Pair of beautiful ocean blue orbs

Sparkling, shining, glinting


Heard a distant cry, a bawl

Felt water flow down cheeks

Crimson trickling down

Arms to hands, hands to floor


In realization of hellish thoughts…

Cries escaped the strained throat

Tears wiped with bloodied digits

All while a severed head rolled