• in waves of color
    on a sunset eve
    through clear skies
    and a whispering breeze

    the land is lit in off red hues
    red and orange
    pink and scarlet
    turns the waking day to a twilight world

    and the shadows turn to crimson
    as though the hills are bathed in blood
    though the earth is peaceful
    it looks as much a battlefield

    over the red-washed fields
    through the battle moved mists
    over the blood-run river
    and the crimson sunset