The Red Monotone

Other side of The White Corridor.

To a place unknown our children were led

while bodies painted the ground red

The sirens roared as loud as can be--

Saluting the dead and haunting the living

The stench of burning, rotting flesh filled the air

as chaos and panic took control without a moment to spare

Explosions and fire danced in this world of red

My memories of that day are best left unsaid

In the age of Red, Death is King

As the sirens continue to ring

In this world covered in red, there is a rule

one that will be broken only by a fool

do not fall in love, or you will see

just how cruel Aphrodite and Hades can be

if broken Death will bless you and your lover

and bring the gift of betrayal to one or the other

However, there is no time for love anymore

When, we, the living, fight for food, shelter and more

In this age of red, there is no sleep

and for the dead, we cannot weep

for if we did, our tears would be in vain

so our emotions we must restrain

continue to walk the trails to the unknown

Filled with nothing but a red monotone.

In this world of red, we accept our fate

till then, we continue to fight and wait

for death to invite us into his throne

and ridding us of this forsaken red monotone.