A Blood Red Sky

I stand under a blood red sky,
Thinking of what has passed and why.
Turning, twisting, all of my thoughts,
Unsung battles I have fought.

I look to the blood red sky and think,
Is this an omen on life's brink,
Or at the end of my humanity,
A strange unfolding insanity.

Turning away from the blood red sky,
I know it is the Fates I defy.
To go on is all I can do,
Make my way forward without you.

Never looking back to the blood red sky,
Upon my conscience and soul I rely,
Or perish on unconsecrated land,
Remiss to the advocate’s command.

There is no shame nor remorse,
Of taking this the logical course,
No more tears shall I cry,
Never again under a blood red sky.