Red

A color poem

Red as the setting sun
Igniting the fields of peace.

Still the beating heart of hatred
Quell the tears of blood.

The marching drums of war fall silent
Hear the cries bedamned.

Feel the cool metal of the blade,
Sliding across her bare breast.

Meteors streak along the dark skies
Bearing news of end

From the ashes, none shall rise
Save the blood red sun.