pain
jagged wounds laid open
blood oozing out
soaking the white sand
scarlet dyed rocks
lurid
laughing in the sun
a torn body lying
shrouded in blackness
that cannot blanket
the wound
dripping
seeping
pooling
in the hollows of the rocks
staining them
blood red hands
reaching feebly
into the grim
darkness
groping
seeking
searching
unable to find more
than emptiness
forever
the cries begin
hopeless
mute cries
wrestling
rending
wracking
the stillness of the night
dark forms appear
the first response
to the horror of the night
gross movements
agitate the blackness
heinous laughter
surrounds the writhing form
struggling to escape
the sense of impending
doom
more distinctly now
the forms approach
stealthily
toward their victim
who has cried
in the night
dim moonlight
makes them loom
large
stark
deadly
monsters of destruction against the sky
terror grips the wounded one
struggling again
in vain
but their laughter rips
screaming
mocking
tearing
at the bleeding wounds
the darkness itself now
regurgitates its desolation
slamming it
against the central figure
pinning it
against the lurid rocks
by the force
of the blast
of its holocaust
lances released
plunge toward the victim
mid the final
shrieks of triumph
rebounding
across the desolation
the dark ones
melt back into obscurity
death
littering the ground
in their wake
the carcass lies
inert
still
alone
seemingly peaceful
in the morning light
but for the visage
where
horror
pain
betrayal
etch the eyes
open toward the blood-red sky
stretch the lips
tight against bared teeth
emotions
stripped from the soul
gouged from the heart
laid open in death
that has at last brought
silence
why
why
why
do Christians shoot their wounded
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