Red Stained

Red Stained

Knowledge for the end of days for which I pray,

I will never say so long as I rise another day,

should these lost echoes of a brighter way

dance on deaf ears, reality would become my only fear;

Loved ones without a trace,

seared in memories that won't disappear,

breathing life back into a dead world once held dear.

Blinded by our own shadow, suffocated by our own deceit,

numbed beyond measure from our own pleasure,

forgetting to remember any true treasure.

The end of one page marks the source of the next,

emptiness inherited as reader and author annexed,

those who lived burned in their flame awaiting help that never came,

casting aside the mad masks of pride and ego,

from shattered duo to equal parts burnt and blessed hero,

Adorned in the crimson stain of conquered masters,

foregoing all glories and accepting all disasters,

an introcosmic climb to find the divine,

only to return to origin and understand it for the first time.

Fears fed to oblivion forge a sojourn sublime,

And endless eyes to see Infinity

in one lifetime.

A new day built upon old ash,

heaven weeps as trees dance,

One song to carry every tragedy, all romance,

Another final day gifting one

last chance.