Bloodthirsty
©2015, Olan L. Smith
In dimness he touches feathers
Of the Wizard, once white they
Now drip red with warm blood,
A sacrifice for undeserving
Creatures. An angel weeps blood,
From his eyes red tear flow drenching
All things―red rain inundates a world.
The human bows his head mournfully.
The Wizard grabs his face,
"See this barbarity beyond disgust,
Your inhumanity does this to me―
Drive a stake, brand pureness dark."
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The Wizard!
PoetryThe Wizard! This collection from Olan L. Smith is a dialogue series that asks questions and ponders evidence about existence. We will take a look behind the curtain to see what the Wizard is up to and what tricks he (she) has up his (her) sleeve, b...
