Red. Eternal flow. Slivers of flowers, float like tides, so calm and soft. Crimson light lingers on them, they swim gently, cuddling the blood. The river bleeds the light, the red dull sky, It bleeds before the night. Always. The light lingers on the leaves, sailing on the blood, It dives into the souls of the beasts. Calms their thirst, their thirst for water. Their thirst for blue. They jump. Their thirst floats. They drown in the blood. Drown in the Red. They satisfy, the thirst of the blood. The blood of the river.