Random poetry generator

Here is the word selection the Other Oracle sent today. My poem is below.

Woken by the men of violence

This morning rose armed and fierce,
scattering mist and birdsong.

This morning’s sun shone pale
through jagged birdflight of alarm,
golden leaves blown in snowflake drifts
by a gentle breeze.

This morning’s quiet filled
with the baying of dogs,
collecting bloody trophies,
and the crack of lead,
searing bone, flesh and feather.

This morning, beauty was sacrificed
once again on the altar of the heartless,
the crass and the cruel,

and I wish away the golden light,
wish for rain’s steel-pointed javelins,
and a veil of righteous anger.