Manic-Xenophobe

He stalks us, a word and the sky bruises. The jeers, beaks and claws rend the angry clouds. They bleed, Dripping such a load of never ending pearls. Pearls of such cold beauty, the body shivers And quivers at their icy touch. He thirsts. What can satiate his gaping wound, Moist and red with hate, His mouth, why is it hungry, Hungry for sweeter meat, And the heady mead of power? To what end leads his greed, Usurper, traitor, breaker of colors? Crows follow. Cawing and circling, Flaming black flecks. Follow them! He commands, and the little hands, Ebony hands with dark eyes skitter and fly. So we hide. We hide from the snow, The mad mind of