xforestxwaitsx
05/04/05, 02:01 PM
River of mortal red,
undying is your color,
telling the tales of long-lost life,
and sweet passion for one another.
No summer rains will wash away
the hue of where you spilled.
Harsh is the pigment the runs through veins,
in ditches, and over hills.
The morning light shoulders the burden
of another fateful day.
The fighting rings beneath a sky
of a dark, cauldron gray.
Horror hold the brave men's hearts,
firm, within its grip.
A gentle rain begins to patter,
as a steadying, sorrowful drip.
The fresh field of crimson
is soon engulfed by the pounding drops.
Lightning streaks, branches, flashes
and again runs across.
Thunder answers loud and clear,
with a deep rumbling voice.
The men of years,
both young and old,
question the truth in their choice.
Bloodshed only continues,
despite the growing storm.
a field is now left barren,
of its golden ears of corn.
So life was taken from those plants,
it was taken from the men.
The selfless acts to save a world,
cry out from the earth and within.
Oh river of mortal red,
you soak deep and ever true,
imprinting on us,
the mark of time,
and all streams lead back to you.
undying is your color,
telling the tales of long-lost life,
and sweet passion for one another.
No summer rains will wash away
the hue of where you spilled.
Harsh is the pigment the runs through veins,
in ditches, and over hills.
The morning light shoulders the burden
of another fateful day.
The fighting rings beneath a sky
of a dark, cauldron gray.
Horror hold the brave men's hearts,
firm, within its grip.
A gentle rain begins to patter,
as a steadying, sorrowful drip.
The fresh field of crimson
is soon engulfed by the pounding drops.
Lightning streaks, branches, flashes
and again runs across.
Thunder answers loud and clear,
with a deep rumbling voice.
The men of years,
both young and old,
question the truth in their choice.
Bloodshed only continues,
despite the growing storm.
a field is now left barren,
of its golden ears of corn.
So life was taken from those plants,
it was taken from the men.
The selfless acts to save a world,
cry out from the earth and within.
Oh river of mortal red,
you soak deep and ever true,
imprinting on us,
the mark of time,
and all streams lead back to you.