The Blood Road

   Crimson paints a beaten highway.
Weary feet tread through the empty
desert, splashing through bloody pools.
   Bodies of the broken and lost lie
strewn along the path. Silence echoes
in the darkness.
   Peace lies dead, dressed in a bloody
gown. Happiness lies beside her, by
heavy chains weighted down.
   Sadness wanders and cries, she is lost
and alone. Guilt taunts her as they move
down the road.
   Death laughs at the havoc she has caused.
She sits on her throne of bones and carnage
and watches the turbulence.
   Crimson paints a beaten highway.
Weary feet tread through empty
desert, splashing through bloody pools.