Red

The Wind's
beating breaths broke
out.
Broad swells welled, dwelled
and melded
clouds across spread out grey skies,

Dead eyes reflected grey lies
spied dyed passions.

Assasins from the cold north
slunk through the dark and
darted through lost forests
left leaves right.

The Wind
wound bound grounded
out
rushed and floundered
flushed and hounded.

Resonant assonance sensed as in sounds,
assassins around.

A Flash.

The Wind grasped for air

and deep red
bled, read out
veins and heart's secrets.

Deep red
spread
out. Drenched quenched
desserts.

But no flutter flowered,
no life stuttered,
stopped
or started.