yellow red arms branch up
illuminating the heavens
whilst the cold breath of morn chills my soul to wake
and the sky lets out a guttural laugh
that bombs through this little town
the war-cry of the siren
unleashing her reign
pouring
forth
into my veins
with every beat
and every breath
drenching my will
every step
harder to take
leaves gather in gutters
like graveyards
still
a comforting place to fall