Eden Scrafford


Ceaselessly bleed these callow hearts

Whilst jaded eyes run dry

Watered by unfiltered truths

Roots tainted writhe and die


Yet richer grows these able fruits

Aged to merlot wine

Not as sweet as grapes of youth

Still twin flames feast and dine


Patrons stain their idle sleeves

In the fountain of another

Drowning in a brewers craft

Moved souls proclaim him brother


Harsh skies mix vivid paint

Color fades in garish light

Beyond sunrise and sunset

Stars only shine at night


Be it red sky at morning

Or to sailors joy at night

Only when a red moon rises

Do masses declare a sight


New horizon drawing near

Phoenix burning bright

Erexit ex dolore

Thus darkness sires light