a p a r t i c u l a r c o l o r

I have heard about

That one particular colour.

“Red”, it is called.

They say,

It is the colour of love.

And others say,

It is the colour of death.

Oh, I wish to feel it.

The passion it radiates.

Oh, I want to become it.

The wrath it possesses.

Have you ever seen

A bloody sky?

Have you ever heard of

Sea as crimson as wine?

What kind of hell,

Or a paradise,

Would our earth become?

If red was all that we could see.

Oh, so curious,

So curious.

Of that one particular colour.

“Red”, it is called.