Sleep comes slowly
It’s raven wings tattered and smoke stained
Wounds ooze blood
It heralds a dreaming
A remembering
Heart racing
The sound of metal stairs
Pounding down
The floor above red spilled
Congealing as the winter heat saps away viscosity
Mistakes made
Lies heard
Believed
In that building
The unquiet dead
I’m sorry my friends
I should have taken better care of you
Pelgris 