When soldiers bled in war upon the mound,
the ground swallowed spectrum of the sun sound,
as fire set so still between night and day,
watercolors upon the sky astound.
What enmities these world's lesson allay,
standing the phenix commanding array
with starry wings fled set her feathers flight,
drowned the bleeding fire of the sun purvey.
Yellow shadows cast a speck cloak of night,
against all the purple of the earth's light,
many killed in the villa's breeding ground,
this painting of a winter dusk in sight.


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