the crimson tide <br />runs in vein <br />life and pain collide <br />a spilling thrilling dark brown stain <br />and the pulsing gushing flow <br />on the mirror of time is shed <br />living lapping liquid <br />both in man's heart and head<br /><br />Ula Goss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blood-10/
