Red Realm

For the love that retreats throughout time

I find

Whispers of atomic importance

Reminding I to guide

Yourself to put aside

Peace of this place is distorted

Fear ye

I plea

My love will fall into accordance

I see

Times 3

Reciprocity not practiced but recorded

Energies of anger, quarrel to no end

Plié to the fire crackle of my skin

Stirred souls singed, perhaps absent

Intriguingly distorted

Recycled health, recycled minds

Spilt blood runs over their eyes

They operate yet remain dormant

Que my departure

The reset in accordant

Unguided black archer concerns the devils kin

The rage of black is back intact

Love is black

Now stands in place my rage of Red

Dimensions listed as ranks instead

Report…..it’s all gone

I yearn to return home

For this planet will soon be Dead