Crimson

A crimson dawn bears not his strife
Nor calms his restless rage
The day doth break a thousand nights
Of loneliness and woe
Soft light bids welcome
That sweet emblem of love
Illuminating a field of flowers
Lost among the mountains
Tears fall
Frozen in the pale sunlight
Blur vision of crimson sight
Full of life
His cries are for naught
Carried by gentle breeze
His agonies unheard
As sorrow rains upon the land
A gentle storm of peace
Bringing rest unto his soul
Till life
No more.