Crimson Change

Once it starts it will never end, until nothing is left but a deep scar

Crimson Flames burning through

Wrecking worlds it goes searing through

Catastrophe following the beckoning calls

Finally leaving the land with the deathly scar

 

Ignited by one’s anger; to enraged

Coursing through everyone’s veins

Spreading like the common cold

Inflicting like the morning pains

 

Soon to be a mass disease

Unable to vanish from the core

Leaving hundreds to be dead

And other to start to move again

 

Starting crimson flams to end

To hide all signs of life on land

Making the weak blow away

And the dark to lead the marching band

 

Crimson flames burning through

Wreaking worlds it goes searing through

Catastrophe following the beckoning calls

Finally leaving the land with a deathly scar

Author's Note

Something i wrote today in school. There are many ways to view what is going on. Rhyming wasn't my biggest thing here either but i tried to get it a little. Some lines to me seemed out of place but i couldn't think of any other wording.(not sure on the rating too so i played it safe.) Thanks for reading.