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

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