Author's Notes: Ha, a poem dedicated to the Turks. How sweet is that? The first part is about Vincent and his form of Chaos, and the second part is about a Turk on the job and what their work does to people (if you can guess which Turk the one with smiling eyes is I will give you a cookie). The final part is about how people feel when they are near Turks, or when one of their loved ones was the job.
This was written as a ten minute challenge poem when working on the literary magazine at my school. I won the competition, which might not be good, yeah? So, read and review or not. Well, read obviously...
Oh, and the title is obviously dedicated to Reno and Rude, who are the Turks with sunglasses.
Shades
Shades
of crimson and of gray,
Holding to the soundless day.
Tears
of silver and of blue,
Streaming at the death of you.
Hopes
dashed to ebony powder,
As cries of sorrow start and grow
louder.
They look on in the icy rain,
At the
darkest form of human bane.
Gun held in shaky
hands,
Fearful sight throughout sunlit lands.
Prayers
come in pain and tears,
While hearts all echo ancient
fears.
Shades of crimson and of gray,
Tears
of silver mark the day.
Hearts
lay broken, unable to mend,
As hopes find little to do but
bend.
Strangers shout and friends scream,
All
feels like a horrid dream.
Wondering why this life was
spent,
Wondering
just what the gunner meant.
Suit clad killer with smiling
eyes,
Says he paid for all the lies.
And dearest
friend to all has seen,
The
price of lies and what they mean.
Shades of crimson and
of gray,
Shatter
now in the lovely day.
The sun is gone and hope as fled,
In the
silence all is said.
Love
proves to be once more in vain,
Humanity
to be less than sane
Death
takes hold of each last one,
Just as
with their friend it has done.
They
cry now in crimson spheres,
And in
each drop is their fears.
Life
has lost to the bitter night,
It
barely even put up a fight.