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

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

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

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