Bleeding Rain
In times of contention and blood one finds
Himself captured in the tangle of love.
Caught twixt betrayal and pain, one couple,
Though confused in the mixture of sadness,
Must slight the past and look toward the future.
Even if fate being pain, grief, and death.
One of scarlet hair, the other midnight,
Both destined to meet and destined to fall.
Distant as the dusk and dawn, the moon and sun.
Snared in the crimson web of destruction,
He sees nothing but hatred for her life.
Yet he cast a spell on her loving heart.
Let not the blood soaked sun sink too quickly.
Although you caused the bloody rain to fall.
He slayed life, for it was undeserving
To last, he rid it from the unforeseen.
Driven to purge the world of the wicked,
He was blind and didn't see any hope.
And was ignorant of love until then,
Shrouded with the single goal of murder
But she found passion in his clouded eyes.
Lifting the veil of guilt, she saw his soul,
Shining with warmth, a warmth she grew to love.
She gave him ease, but he did not give back.
Time continued to creep by, day by day.
His heart was encircled by ardent love,
She uplifted him and encouraged him.
But despite her efforts, he persisted.
A faint crying in her ears drives him mad.
It is shunned upon, he continues to kill.
Still not satisfied; do not look back!
But his sorrow still lived, though she did not.
The iris is most beautiful during the rain
Even if it is a rain of blood.
Everything that has happened of late
Is because of the rain, the bloody rain.
That was the way he chose to live his life
To give all, and grant naught, to live and die,
To love, to hate, to provide, to attain.
And all else is useless banality.