Red: A Sestina

I walked the edge of the newborn dawn

That wakened the world with fire

And I stood on the brink of the setting sun

In front of the world’s desire

And I realized that this is a world of blood

Because red is the only color.

And I realized that red is the only color

In torches of silence at dawn

In cardinal sunsets and roses of blood

And wine-kissed lips in the fire

In the sacrifice and the one desire

When the eyes of the dragon burn like the sun.

The morning is washed with the bleeding sun

Because red is the only color

In the burning gold of death’s desire

And the blazing passion of dawn

And the crimson jewels of the frozen fire

Drenched in a poppies’ blood.

The streets that ran red with the lover’s blood

The sacrifice of the sun

Because of the tree of eternal fire

Because red is the only color

The ultimate lie on the ultimate dawn

And the apple of all desire.

The ones who were caught in the one desire

Were slain in the city of blood

For the thing that brings the wind of dawn

Is known as the setting sun

And they realized that red is the only color

When they turned to face the fire.

The sky sank into a lake of fire burning in tears of desire

And I realized that red is the only color

And the world is made of blood

And I turned my back on the setting sun

And went out to look for dawn.

But the sun went free, and the fire sang

And the blood of the starlight was washed in the rain

And the cursed color of all desire fled from the dying dawn.

By Shannon Lise

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