• The Red Sun hung
    above the flames.
    Their crackling fingers
    reaching
    reaching
    for the crimson orb.
    Smoke
    claimed the sky
    like ashy clouds
    tinged orange
    from the painted sun,
    a Vermilion eye
    watching
    watching
    the screaming people below.
    Flames devour
    as the red sun sets
    it stains the sky like
    a drop of blood
    on a piece of linen.
    It disappears
    but the orange smoke stays
    reaching
    reaching
    for the flames beneath.