The Sky is Bleeding

hope in a new tomorrow.

The sky is bleeding at this late hour.
Crimson strewed across the heavens
as if all malevolence is evaporating into the night.
Stars begin to twinkle like diamonds
on the hand of a covetous maiden.
She is oblivious to her own indiscretion.
Darkness will envelop this sad vain world
with the hope that tomorrows new light
will bring with its freshness,
a new idea,
and that the evil of the world will wash away with
the bleeding of this sky and vanish with the stars
Upon the coming of the Dawn.