My Blood Red Poem

Red

Red is the anger that I see in your eyes
Red is all around the field
Red is on your kimono
Red is the color of your Death
You hear it the screams of those who have already fallen
And you hear it as your sword cuts the wind
And for you it tastes like Victory is near at hand
But to your mortal foe, it has no taste, as it is bland
And red to your enemy it has the feel of Defeat,
While to you it feels like a surge of might, of power, of unstoppable feats
Red has the power to bring Victory or Defeat

A/N: I had a little bit of trouble with this one, if someone can think of a way to improve this, let me know.