NewHope

(Interesting metaphor!) ashes of the slain locked up and thrown away in to old school lockers

Water that ran dry Like a fox out of a river Glittered on the plants

Malice sprouts a death; Plague sprouts a land, a death; Water to blood clots.

New alarm clock The old one broke, I threw it In my restless sleep

Becomes paper That scratches and tears like screams Under the lunar lights

Let me end this pain Like a whiplash to my back Fly, bird, fly away

A cosmic vaudeville Of nebulas breathing dust And birthing new stars

Your songs dance like light Like a sunny night burning Purple thunderstorms

for I am the wind in your wings and the breath in your lungs, small songbird

You are a sinner! Birds cut my fingers, and they Burn my old forests

The guard of the sky Lifts whispers and shields and spears To battle storm clouds

Please don't kill the tree Not many are left, please don't; Remember the birds

a supernova shatters into a million shards of starry skies

9/10. @Liminality Obviously some of this could be better explained if I had more context but I throughly enjoyed the description. I can feel some real power behind some of ...

By the rushing stream Swallows yawn and loudly sigh Like old stars resting