The Finding Poem by Kevin Webster

In the town,
In the road,
In a ally
Into a house
The finding starts here.
Laying here,
cutting here,
bleeding heavy,
The knife was covered in blood.
The drips fall,
then the tears dry.
The blood turned black
as the feeling of a god flows through the Vains.
Then she crys out!
Her own brother was there.
Sitting in the chair,
next to the black door.
He laughed,
'Hey I see you came over.'
It was slient,
as the moon starts fadeing.
She left the house without saying,
Good bye.
After she found him.