The Scarlet Raindrop

Shake off the scarlet dew
Watch and wait for the crimson rain to take hold
Only a spirit left forgotten in the ancient shell

Flesh stretched paper thin
Over the war washed body
Left to be torn asunder in the windswept plain

Grey, the water which laps at the precipice of humanity's brink
Black, now the fevered dye of man's soul
Crimson cloaked over a scarlet wish
Kissed by madness

Rent asunder by love and war, serendipity and abhorrence
Furthered by the goal of supremacy
Desolated by thought of lawful genocide