Mark R Slaughter - Upon the Arid Lakes lyrics

Someplace A field of flowers Rousing under remnants of the dawn: Out there! from d**h, I rose Above the silent many – A distant will-o'-the-wisp Reflecting under airs of minor ninths – How rich the ambience they threw! What theme of prosody Had rendered me? – Tho' silent were its words: A broken soul in pulsing pain – Thou mustn't guess what goes behind The sick and ghostly screen of war! In sallow-grey and other ashen hues, Disrobed of warming flesh That rea**ures the bones, A twisted pose Portrayed my physicality – Not unlike the carca** of a prey; But as a cloud of thought, I mused, Exacerbating woes Collected in a life dispatched In freely flowing blood, Conferring crimson shades Upon the arid lakes aflood With glorious tides of nascent buds Begetting innocence. And as we glowed in ruddy shades, I asked: ‘What future lies ahead? What terror trades? '