Blood Poem by John Paul Ang

Lingering in your veins,
Flowing and feeding your pain.
Red, the color of blood,
reminiscing the agony you had.

Crimson liquid, source of life,
Mercilessly shed in strife.
Warm and thick,
yet the ground continues to lick.

Blood from your heart,
Pierced through your rampart.
Dried in your armor,
but still shows your valor.

Your blood-drenched sword,
Defends the meaning of her words.
With a shield on the other hand,
You cause the barricade to withstand.

Blood never tasted this sweet,
but it clings to Death's teeth.
giving him an unsightly grin,
despised, much to your chagrin.