Red Is The Life Poem by K J

Red is the life
As the thorn-guarded rose
Which yet whither to dust
After winter's dirge blows
Across its face,
Flushed cheeks fading to pale,
Leaved fingers falling
As the life starts to fail.

Red is the life
As the robin's fledged breast
Which yet flutters and stills
As the life's blood is wrest
From the frail, fluttery form
By fang or by claw
In the comfortless shadow
Of true Nature's law.

Red is the life
As it dances through veins
In a glorious harmony
Of life-giving strains,
Through your slender throat
As my teeth pierce the skin
To let your soul free
And take the red life within.