Blue Blood Moutain

The warning had been written centuries before
Hearts had not listened
nor the story fully heeded.
since members of my family decided from one
generation to the next
passed this vision.
Yellow streams of blood red lighting flew
down like a volcanic rush from the blue blood mountain.
The time finally had come for this vision to pass
Blue Blood Mountain had awakened from the long slumbering sleep.

A cause for this taking of many hearts, families torn apart, journey decided of
ancestors long ago.
I finally understood the reason why this had been put into place.
Blue Blood Mountain was in the process of repaying for my ancestors’ disgrace.

I walked to the town hall to make amends for the pain of the past
but Blue Blood Mountain made that decision for me.

All were gone into the volcanic flow except my children and me.
Blue Blood Mountain had set us free.

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