red, horribly so

as the blood spills so do secrets untold

and the tales once told by jolly men

now tick at the back of your head as lies descent

upon you, like a flood of rain

you were young then; so foolishly you caved

and did all you were told to do,

transforming into a bright red hue,

as your pent up anger and distress

only ended as a grey pile of bitter ash.

devoid of all the colour you once had,

until voices told you colour was bad,

yet you chose to see shades of grey

and instead of living in yesterday;

you proudly said,

"you foolish fools!

do you not know what i've set out to do?

plans that do not involve you,

nor your instructions!

i have planned

to wreck immediate destruction!"

but your words go unheard

so slinking off,

you think "how absurd!"

and you resume your constant low,

red, red, horribly so