The Lakes.

Part 1: Red

Prologue.

In the heart of a forest, dense and deep,
Where shadows loom and secrets sleep,
A man wandered, lost in thought,
By grief and sorrow, he was caught.

He stumbled upon a tranquil lake,
Its surface still, no ripples make.
With heavy heart and weary soul,
He sought a place to be made whole.

The lake, a mirror to the sky,
Reflected pain, a silent cry.
He knelt beside its edge so clear,
And gazed into its depths so near.

A sudden pull, a gentle glide,
He fell into the water's tide.
The lake, a portal to unknown,
Pulled him deep, where pain is shown.

As he sank, the water burned,
His grief to fire quickly turned.
A realm of red, of fierce desire,
Where anger blazed, a scorching pyre.

The forest morphed to flames of rage,
A fiery realm, a burning stage.
In this world of crimson hue,
His journey through the fire began anew.

Poem 1
Inferno Within

From the lake, he emerged, cold and stark,
His mind ablaze, his path now dark.
The forest transformed to a fiery red,
Where once green canopies gently spread.

Red, the fire coursing through his veins,
Burning bright, like untamed chains.
A world around in a crimson haze,
An endless, consuming, fiery blaze.

Each breath he took, a searing gust,
Flames within, an inner thrust.
The ground beneath, hot and cracked,
A living ember, fiercely packed.

Trees stood tall, trunks all aglow,
Leaves aflame in a radiant show.
Passion, anger, a caged-up beast,
In a scarlet world, it is released.

Scarlet skies, a fierce display,
Embers dance, sparks at play.
He moved forward, each step a quake,
The earth itself began to shake.

The air thick with the scent of burning pine,
Charred wood, a hint of bitter wine.
Smoke swirled around in tendrils thin,
Filling lungs, igniting sin.

Flames that lick his heart, his mind,
Scorching memories left behind.
In this inferno, shadows prance,
Wild and free, in a frenzied dance.

Heat seeped through skin, a relentless tide,
Boiling blood, burning inside.
Sweat poured down in rivulets fast,
As if each breath could be his last.

The landscape, a soul's fierce fight,
Mountains glow with a molten light.
A storm of fury, wild and free,
This red inferno lives in me.

Valleys painted in blood's deep hue,
Reflecting anger, raw and true.
Rivers of lava carve their path,
Searing bright, a forceful wrath.

Heat rises, engulfing all,
A reminder of pain's relentless call.
In this world of fire and ash,
Every breath a searing lash.

The sky above, a burning scene,
A reflection of the rage unseen.
Rage, the fuel that drives the core,
Consuming, relentless, evermore.

In this inferno, master and slave,
Bound to the flames, forever brave.

Poem 2:

Blood Moon

Beneath the blood-red moon he stood.
The night was thick, a shadowed wood.
Grief's cold grip upon his hand,
Leading him through this scarlet land.

Maroon skies, a deep and ominous glow,
Casting shadows, moving slow.
Rivers of anger flowed through the night,
A tide of fury in pale moonlight.

The air was sharp with the scent of fire,
Charred earth, like a funeral pyre.
Each breath he took, a bitter taste,
A world consumed, laid to waste.

Red are the tears he could not cry,
Burning stars that lit the sky.
Passion's flame, a fierce embrace,
In this red night, he found his place.

The ground beneath was hot and dry,
A landscape scorched, a blistered sigh.
Forests burned with rage untamed,
Echoing the pain unnamed.

Each tree a torch, each leaf a blaze,
Flickering in the moon's red gaze.
Blood-red petals fell like rain,
Staining earth with silent pain.

The heat within, a furnace bright,
Every heartbeat, a flash of light.
Skin slick with sweat, a fevered sheen,
Reflecting the world in shades of keen.

In this world of red and black,
There's no turning, no way back.
Mountains loomed, their peaks aglow,
Whispering secrets we cannot know.

Valleys deep with shadows dense,
A place of sorrow, no defense.
Rivers ran with molten flow,
Reflecting grief, the pain we know.

In this red world, fierce and stark,
He wandered through the endless dark.
With every step, the anger grew,
A passion raw, a pain so true.

Poem 3:

Storm of Rage

Red is the storm that rages wild,
Grief's angry child, untamed and riled.
Lightning flashes, thunder roars,
Breaking through my inner shores.

Skies aflame with ruby fire,
Reflecting inner heart's desire.
Winds of fury, tempest strong,
In this chaos, I belong.

Mountains tremble, valleys quake,
Nature's wrath, for anger's sake.
In this storm of blood and red,
Every tear and word unsaid.

The air around me crackles with heat,
A tangible pulse, a rhythmic beat.
Each breath a struggle, each gasp a fight,
In the heart of this crimson night.

Every drop of rain, a spark,
Igniting the ground, lighting the dark.
The scent of ozone, sharp and raw,
A testament to nature's law.

Red winds howl, relentless, strong,
In this storm, I find my song.
The sky, a canvas of anger and light,
A battle waged through the night.

Trees bend and break, their forms contorted,
By the storm's fierce grip, unthwarted.
Leaves torn free, scattered and burned,
As if the world itself had turned.

Oceans churn in crimson tides,
As my heart in anger rides.
Waves crash with an unyielding force,
Each one a reminder of remorse.

The ground beneath me shudders and cracks,
A reflection of the strength it lacks.
Rivers run with molten flow,
Reflecting grief, the pain I know.

The scent of earth, damp and torn,
Mixes with the smell of a storm born.
Smoke rises in tendrils thin,
A reminder of the fire within.

In this world of storm and flame,
I search for solace, seek no blame.
Every flash of lightning, every roar,
A reminder of what I swore.

Red is the color of this rage,
A furious dance upon life's stage.
In this storm, I am both master and slave,
Bound by the fury that I crave.

The storm intensifies, a beast untamed,
A tornado of anger, grief unnamed.
It sweeps me up, a force so fierce,
Through the eye of the storm, it pierces.

Spinning, swirling, lost in flight,
Torn from the earth, into the night.
The winds howl louder, my soul ascends,
To a realm where anger bends.

Transcending fury, crossing the veil,
Into the next chapter, I sail.
This storm, a portal to grief's deep core,
A journey through sorrow, forevermore.