crimson nights

 
the night was psychotic
and it scream profanities  
at the rusted walls of conformity
 
the darkness smiled
he had started the riot
silently laughing at the uproar
seeking to make himself king
he planted the seeds of discontent
then sat back and watched the night burn
 
with great fury of crimsons and black
she scorched the onlookers
who stopped in the streets mouths agape
 
the day was disturbed
she knew her sister was in trouble
the men in white would soon be out to get her
 
she quietly uttered a blessing
the clocks spun back
and on their way went the innocent
forgetting what all the trouble was
 
she brand the darkness for what he was
an instigator of malice
jealousy his motivation
 
then the dawn rose on a new age
the darkness was banished
the night calm again