The Bleeding

Natural Transition - All is Cyclical

All consuming, swallowing light.
A touch of grey, the caress of twilight.
The cold touch of the great mother's kiss;
Faintly erotic, it consumes,
Fading red and seasonal grey;
defining all that is finite.
Red bleeds into grey, then black.
All is nothing and nothing is all.
A paradigm of inevitability, fate.
Everything bleeds.