Rivers Running Red Poem by Mason Whitted

When the sun still shined
And the moon still lined dim light on my face
Stars twinkle and lead me to another dead end
Lifeless trees sway as axes strike their bases
O' the broken hearts of long to mend

In the Wild left to fight, and to run
Talking to rocks and worms-
To my accomplishments- O' nothing is to have done
Only to mourn the loss of what we still poses

For I, we
For us, me
For sun, dark
For sky, green
For wings, shark

For the rivers which run red with blood run-
Blood once pumped from one's heart