Red

Red

This is my home
Beneath the crimson sky
Wading through nightmares
Bathed in Holy Water of theives
Majestic forests vermillion nights
A thousand years pass before the next
blood is spilt
Children gather in ancient circles
Gathering the rites and sacred hymns
Scarlet drops fall from heavy rain clouds
The wind carries the hopeless souls far off into the vast distance of remorse
From within these cold thick walls
Voices cry and whisper shallow warnings
Lingering shadows against barren walls contort and dissipate before my swollen eyes of remorse
The bell rang throughout the town
Ushering in the new era of awareness
The union of fear turned to fires of anger
Stoking mortal fallings before they burn themselves into heathen ash
I’ve seen this before
A thousand times or more
The depravity the insanity repeats
Again Again Again Again Again Again
Ultimately there is no arc of learning
No great tales of redemption to claim
My spirit lingers on forever more
The evening sky begins my dance
I hunger only for the remembrance of a hundred yesterday’s or more
I take only what I need to carry me on
I choose to rest through the arriving sunrise
Red
Is the colour
From which I dine
And this…. Is my home

MB93
2022