Jeih's Poems

The emblem of a Scarlet Flame

The emblem of a Scarlet Flame

As scarlet as fresh blood.
An oceanic blue's curse entrenches a once proud warrior.
He murders like the great flood.
Mopping his enemies like stains on a floor.
His rage enjoys the stream of life flowing into his hands;
Blinding his mind like nimbostratus clouds;
Devouring the only light for any bands.
Arms and legs stretching forth like vicious hounds;
But alas the warrior came into his senses.
A young child unknowing of what the world can mysteriously unfold.
Stubbornly breaking through his huge and sturdy fences.
Unending cries that so held the once iceborn heart of the bold.
He had to fight, he had more fight in him.
Although killing is no more.
Truly he can't repay his crimes in just one fragile steam.
'Cause now soft melodies and honeys are what fuels his core.
Swords etching to slash through flesh like a hungry tiger
Forcefully sealed upon a tomb of the river of life and death.
A god of war he was once yet he is now sober.
After meeting the youth of fire in need of dire nourishment from his every breath.
Upon clashing head to toe with a worthy opponent.
Took him back a hundred times forth when his body only seeks a fight that'll end him.
However he is now a renowned emblem of a scarlet flame whom forfeits a fight 'cause of a fatherly love he dares not resent.
Lights would nevermore go dim.
Love will reign and is truly supreme.
For a real man does not cower away from the weight of his sins and deeds.
Instead he becomes the rusty autumn leaves of the life he made with his dear seeds.