I don't understand why, but the past few nights I have woken up with poems in my head. Here's the last one.
flows through the country
The blood flow
s through the sea
The blood flows through their houses,
so all can see.
shines through moonlight,
The darkness tries not to please,
The thoughts and dreams of dead men
Begging on their knees.
The darkness shines on the killer,
The darkness holds the girls,
just feeds the darkness
The light feeds all but me