hell has frozen over, folks..

[blueyesfl0at]

i have written a sonnet.

the foaming waves, so blue, beat on the shore.
the sand is hot and burns the stars and sky;
the brightness blinds the souls now guilty for
a crime that makes weak those too strong to cry.

a lone bird flies across the crimson clouds,
a lone soul weeps for all the tears to come.
he walks, head down, toward the shadowed shroud.
the darkened sky, the hidden blackened sun.

the bright eyes of the innocent now bleed.
the salty tears burn tracks down his fair face,
his scorched young cheeks, still blameless for this deed
he takes the fault, a martyr for his race.

he waits, his face still wet, facing the sea.
he falls. his soul has died upon its knee.