river of blood
A letter that flows with hatred,
As a river that flows like blood.
Words which pool at the feet of the reader,
As the meaning seeps in like an unexpected flood.
The waterways open up to a system of vessels,
The white page introducing black letters along flat blue meadows.
A red horizon colors the edge like the sun encroaching upon the east.
A romantic scene doth stares us in the face,
We do not work alone.
As most people don’t believe.
This is not all of the crimson the world is shown.
Blood colors the brick we place, drench the roads we lay, compliments the sky, relates to the sun like the clouds which glide by.
A river flows over, falling into the abyss.
Blood spilling from the wound, and soon, it all disappears.
