I wrote this in about 15 minutes, trying to regain some of my lyrical powers from my younger years. Please tell me if it speaks to you in any way. If you challenge me enough, I might do more ;)
Scattered shards of stained-glass windows
Scratch a sun-scorched graveyard,
Spitting scarlet to the rooftops,
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Screaming ochre and rose,
Singing like a slit-throat bard,
"The sublime never stops!"
