Red Death Poem by Amber Tiger

Red Death by A. Reps '09

A woman stands alone,
Alone in fields of blood
Red wheat.
The symbol of fertility
Yet she is empty,
Barren as the moons crust.
The God's take no pity,
For she is full from sin long done
Yet repentant.
Repulsive in her beauty
A weathered womb of penetration,
Or am I dreaming?
She casts no shadow,
Her very soul seems but an illusion.
I call to her,
'Woman,
Where do I know you From?
Do you hear me? '
Again and again I call out to her
Still no answer.
Then she turns.
She has no eyes, no face
Only form,
There, but not.
Above vultures circle,
For her or for me?
Then I realize,
She is my life's lonesome attempt
To find love.
What stands before me
Is a reflection of myself.
I fall to my knees and cry,
Ashamed of the blood I've spilled
In my quest for lust and passion.
'God PLEASE! ' I beg
'Take this truth from me.'
Clouds are replaced by blue,
Blue is replaced by black,
Black brings the wind
The winds bring electric thunder and rain.
I wake.
The sheets wet from sweat and tears.
I lay frozen unable to breathe.
Thunder is the sound of my heart.
Red is the color of my death.