From the darkness

From the darkness it comes
Into the darkness it goes
mystical magic is the thing it shows

The darkness, blue and black
Rain is born, exploding red
soft on my forehead

I'm just leaving
leaving the too bright night
guilty! they said - but I'm innocent

And now I walk through
the red, salty thing called blood
walk to go back.... 'cos

From the darkness I come
Into the darkness I follow
and mystical magic is the thing I show

poem by Shina Blackwood
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