Red Poem by AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ

RED





At the top of this mountain
I have buried my heart
Tied so hard with a-red cloth,
Inherited from my ancestors.
Who used it for peace rituals
But all hearts couldn't speak same,
My soul is rare, but raging - so red!
To kill the world is my joy,
To kiss the bottomless pit of abyss...
A silver thought I've long adored.
Oh hell, hire my heart, waste me!
Oh devil, torture me and anoint me,
All of me, poisoned with red candle wax.
I've eaten from the beast's table,
I've danced with the ghosts of Salem.
My eyes, see no clouds but red teardrops.
I smell nothing but innocent bloods.
The head of this world is on the run,
Ah, wait not long, dear master!
His red heart, I shall serve us as meal,
Yes, Just on top of this mountain.
Send me now, in my red robes, I flee.
Red is the new beauty of this mission.






©Author Kelly JUUZ
(A salient prolific author...)
01/09/2018
06: 53PM