Dark Bloody Spots

Time takes us through, or fixes us to places, where

The mind is nailed to dark or bloody spots, from whence

There is the misery of nowhere to go. To go from thence

Is to the grave or a living death over which vultures rave.

They haunt the brain, pecking into the skull, all bliss annul.

Time also fixes us to things divine, inviting, joyous, fine.

To places where no sorrow is, where the dark and bloody spots

Find themselves eroding, as though dry cleaned, and iron steamed;

Made immaculate, white, inviting peace and pleasure in life.

Ending all strife that life can bestow upon husband or wife.