The Fields of Repentance

A Poem

Photo by Dmitry Zvolskiy on Unsplash

The sun creeped through the dark blue clouds
And shown upon the fields of bright colored poppies
Repentance illuminated the night before;
He lay beside me
And watched me with cold, black, unblinking eyes-
Fresh blood pooled from his open mouth
A stake driven through the center of his heart