And the bright red-orange <br />of the fire of life <br />dims. <br />Slowly, slowly, , <br />not to the glowing red <br />of dying embers <br />but to the darker, blood-red color <br />of the wounds of life. <br />Which darkens further <br />to the purple of night <br />which becomes black <br />with a sigh.<br /><br />Fred Babbin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inevitability-7/
