Appearing
A red orb rises high above
Darkness shrouding the day
passion rains from the sky
surfacing from beneath this shine of blood
A soul is created
Its existence is not yet conscious
and with no understanding of this world
It yearns.
shrieks of agony and terror seeping through its ears
spilling out clots of sorrow
without hesitation
It begins searching for purpose.
About the Creator
Will Sangalli
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