Dark 9: Red Is The Color Poem by Ahmad M. Bassioni

Dark 9: Red Is The Color



A river-run of tears and blood
So dark that clouds bleed of hell
Red is the color of thy flood
And the engravings in my cell.

As the sun sunk in tears and pain
Night ascends, an angel of death
Red is the color of wine and rain
Praise darkness and hold your breath.

A sudden fire, a glance at night
A voice calls upon the mountainside
Red is the color of fire and night
Winter's first black bloodtide.

Praise thy heavens, praise thee
Awaken my heart, praise only she.

Sunday, January 20, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: blood,death,love,pain,sorrow
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