with the right of passage,
comes blood and gore
for these people are on the brink of war
red rivers run,
with frost and marrow
here comes the attack with red blotted arrows
then one lonely boy comes out into sight
and leads the attack,
this very night
There is a tinge of red in these very skies
its as if the world is getting ready
for the death of all his allies
now back to the boy
he stands ahead
strong and proud
his enemies appear like tall shadows
creeping closer as these minutes tick by
he screams at the top of his lungs!
"Everyone go back to your homes,
your lives are not meant to be held
by the spirts this very night!"
When no one moves
he just looks around behind him and smiles
with his out burst the shadows have stopped to look around
the boy, walks out in between his friends, and enemies
with his blade in hand
looks to the skies
and whispers
"If you would like blood,
take mine."
the blade that was once at his side
comes to his heart in a swift motion
then falls to the ground
using a pool of blood as his blanket
the shadows feed
on his very soul
and leave, not returning
for as far as i remember
all i know if it was not,
for that single boy
all of his friends would join the river
and boy, would those Red Rivers Run
