The Red and the Black

Anger. Everyone experiences it. Thats what makes it easy to write about.

Revenge itself is a catchy tune.

The living flock, slither, and crawl and quiver within the red and the black of Anger's Constricted womb.

 

Passing like a virus, they unchain the night. Such an awful beast, they use his pelt for Comfort; claws and fangs to fight.

They find ways to provoke their mother: Anger, poking and prodding with irons and Knives.

 

They bring it on themselves so easily.

 

Shame, shame to these snakes.

These snatchers of wives.

 

No matter how many times she opens for them,

Wishing to set them free,

They wander the shadows,

And the red and the black,

Denying themselves the key.

 

Is this my fate I wonder,

To be an infant torn asunder,

And my road, is my road not so tall?

If "we," mankind, give into the red,

 

Then hope will fall, and fall with all.

Reviews

[Deaths Cold Kiss]

excellent, love the imagery

[Elliot Kyron]

This really, really good. Your wording, your imagery, it's stunning. And then the ending: "Then hope will fall, and fall with all." Just amazing. I adore this piece, well done!