Blaze on the horizon was spreading. 
No peak was left green, 
time was running out. 

Courier had left without a message 
carrying cyanide capsules, 
to kill or get killed. 

My grey sky stuck with silent clouds 
will wait for the stars. 
The bride will leave under the shade of shine. 

Serum was darkening 
its milk of poison. 
Blood was thinner than water. 

The buried silence was turning 
brown with pain. 
Bruises had outraged the words.

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