Blood Poem by Jeffrey Stultz

Blood,
red and dripping,
stains the hands of the human race.
Blood of the innocent as well as the damned
cries out for justice;
mourners in shock plead for an end
to mindless carnage;
crimes of passion, hot blooded deeds,
make fools of honest men
and cowards of the rest.
Live by the sword,
Die by the sword,
peace is found within your grasp,
raging, screaming, thundering at the injustice,
but the audience turns a deaf ear
and blind eye to the suffering;
the lament of tortured souls
is lost like ashes
in the wind.
Hearts of ice: melt!
put away your frigid pride
and embrace the fire of love;
warm the heartstones,
before cold indifference
steals the heat of life
and Ragnarok falls,
bringing endless winter
to the soul.

Jeffrey Stultz
aka Taliesin Flynn
1996