red

There's a little thing that glows red
And I stop in its tracks
The hounds bite and clamor
Incensed, they claw at the tattered pieces
Of the remnants of this bygone story
It is life, barely, that remains
Standing still
Blinking red
Forever moving within
Outside of all that I've known
And all that I cared for.

I can see the signs for what they are
For what they've become
I can hear the hounds as they cry
For their freedom from afar
The flags raise red
In the gloom of the painted night
And call them to arms.

I am ready.

I am willing.

I will fight if I must.

This is what it's all come down to, then.

red.