Bloodless

I first saw the blood when it covered my own hands

Tasted black death when it coated my white teeth

Bones cut meat I heard the scream of a grown man

Spittled croon thrown from a body just like me

I could only see the pine but heard a body and splashed brook

Covered my figure with brush in a hole

From a shadow grew another with a thorn and a black book

Pages rose red and script written in gold

Fingers dead black and cherry face made of burnt flesh

When the cloak fell it stood naked on wish stones