Spilt blood,
Having once filled,
The human frame,
Heartbeat driven desire,
A reddened stain,
Ravaging man,
With a passion,
To destroy,
His enemy.
Shed blood,
Dripping down,
Upon the ground,
Flowing from,
The humbled,
Broken body,
Of one,
Too weak to fight.
Blood,
As a tide,
Flowing through,
The annals,
Of man,
A choice,
To ride,
The waves of time,
Into dissolution,
Or that,
Which leads to life.