The Sky Sheds its Tears

I.

The sky shed its tears

upon the wounded land,

stripped of its coat,

and scared by the follies

made by the creatures

of hate who know not

the ways of unity.

II.

This land is no one’s land.

So the sky cries

as Thor’s hammer sparks

in the darkened clouds

and let the roar and moans

roll along blackened rivers

and crimson sands.

III.

Only the Reaper dares,

for this crop is plenty.

He works his scythe

to reap that’s now his;

the souls of many foolish ones.

IV.

And the sky observes

what has happened

under its realm.

V.

And the tears fall

and wash away

the debris of

broken lives that

the Reaper now claims.

VI.

The tears may cleanse

the surface,

but the scars run deep.

So deep not to be

forgotten that something wicked

marred this realm.