The new day shone upon me from over the dark hills, its light like a gleaming diamond. So small, this renewed beginning, just a luminous pinprick in the darkness, but even that little spot burned my eyes, leaving a dark splotch in the center of my vision. A few thin wisps of clouds sailed over the horizon like languid dreams, and I lifted my wounded eyes to their glowing undersides. Streaks of crimson danced through the blue heaven. Beautiful, but fraught with meaning; war was coming, and soon. Blood would be shed. Even dawn’s sky appeared racked with sanguine wounds.
Sanguine Wounds
Tale Told 