Blue, black, red

[nakedwonder]

Feel for the womb less
Widowed before marriage
She’s got old and blue
Nothing borrowed, nothing new
But better a vagabond be
Than horse and carriage
And wedded to that coterie
Better as a fragrant vagrant
Can you not whiff the sweet smell of success?
I digress

Feel for the tomb less
Even death won’t swallow them up
In life, they knew vagrancy
In death, they see no vacancy
Their skin flaked in soil, no boil
Still a dark, black death

Feel for the blameless
Called to war
Never to learn what for
Rivers of blood
Corpses piled to the sky
Miles high
Even the moon’s turned red
On account of the dead

Now peer into the knowing eye of a seer
See his pained pen
Dripping ink, held in fear
Blue
Black
Red
Or maybe a golden hue?
No telling what may appear,
For you