Red

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

It is the colour of blood
Wept 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



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