• readerinthemountains 9w


    It is the colour of ire
    The red of the fire
    Flames askew on its path of fury
    Burning all that it can't bury

    It is the colour of blood
    Shed in the fields of battle
    Blinding the eyes that shed them as tears
    Bubbling amidst the pool of fears

    It is the colour of vermilion
    Dispersed in the warm sunset winds
    Once a promise
    Now a revolution

    Red is of the bleeding heart
    For it bathes in the crying blood
    The one of ire, the one of fire
    But never the colour of love.