in bereft land
the raven cries
oh what a sight!
of resplendent beauty
the hand of the painter
parts the clouds
he brings us nutrition
but we bite the hand
for the meal is not substantial
and as the hand retreats
we will experience
the resplendent beauty crumble

in bereft land
the crows sing
vistas of gray
covered by the painter
cover the world
with blackblackblackblackblackblackblackblackblackblackblackblackblackblackblack

© pissprophet