Visions of bloodshed dance and sway

Rain-slicked gutter running red

Righteous vengeance, purifying flame

Beating back the beasts that gnash their teeth

Blink

A warm wind blows slowly across the meadow

Grass waves languidly

A faint scent of honey drifts on the breeze

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Over the sound of distance bird calls

Blink

A courtroom filled with raucous onlookers

Baying for blood, calling it justice

No defense appointed

No chances offered

Blink

The unhurried path a fish traces

Flitting side to side, just under the surface

The water lapping gently at the sand

Stopping inches short of your toes