Taste of red
By Georgia Hammond
The green is stained by crimson as he falls upon the grass
His breathing slows and he knows his life is soon to pass
He feels the wind upon his face and through his dark brown hair
And the slight chill that makes him shiver running through the air
His eyes flicker and then they close, his soul begins to burn
For he knows this sleep is one from which he never will return
The taste of red is strong and the touch is icy-cold
And just like that another story’s last chapter is told
Life, delicate as glass, fragile as a rose
And only he will ever know what lies behind his close
A door is slammed behind him and a staircase does ascend
Perhaps another start or perhaps another end…Www@QuestionHome@Com