Sunset Connection

Coming from the darkness
The horizon's reflection exists in the water
The last dregs of the day skip through existence
It happens like a well cast stone
Highlighting existences stun
A flock of birds flaunt
Their mystical connection

This happens against the silhouetted woman
Her black shroud drapes her breasts
She wears a bi-polar bonnet
There are so many like her I am decimated
What is this crimson backdrop
That bleeds on everything
My hands are sticky with their blood

Are these people the av ant Gard
Why at the mystical transition of sunset
Does their order march
Where the hell are they going
Why do they grasp at me
Do they want to take me with them
Are they sane or am I