Tears of the lime tree

Time said to Death ‘did you put a red cross on my line?’
Death smiled ‘ Mistakes happen, but it was Fate that drew the red crossroad while man chose the route and car A III-118.’
‘I see flags waving, hearts together intoxicated on four lines of sweet lime and assassins wobble dancing a death rattle, ’replied Time.
Death grabbed hold of his hands, freezing Time ‘veering right instead of left was a simple mistake, tearing your fabric with ungodly might. You,me,God. Yep! The whole Musbethem Gang will be asked about this date until they close number twelve Gate...Just a heads up mate.’

Time cauterised the chronic wounds of war, fleece of the beast.
Demons real, festering illusions, revenge for friends and comradeship lost in the pursuit of justice/peace.
Propaganda, loose ships with jelly lips, history books filled with scabs of lore.
Chasm scars that forever mark the whole human race.

Time has washed away the pain,the tears, 
Blood of the Lion feed the ghostly fields.
Rise rosemary,rise poppy...rise fallen one.
Never will the sacrifices be forgotten 
under a Rising Sun. 
by Abre.