The red of blood, an omen of sorrow and hate.
A sunset of red, enchants all who gaze upon it.
The red of joy, reminds those of days long past.
Beautiful red, a flower that may have thorns.
Red, a flame.
Destruction or renewal.
Warmth or cruel reality.
Filled with hate and sorrow, it burns.
All in its path, and turns it into ash.
Filled with love and joy, it heals.
Renews the old or a gift of the heart.
Burning red, a curse, a blessing.
A sad repeating history, a stain of cruel hands.
A heart filled with love, a light in the darkness.
Fire red, an eternal flame.
Of sorrow and hate.
Of joy and love.
Burning red of fire, may burn all.
Yet the ash, renews all.
A light that burns, in the cold dark sky.
Fire red, burns all.
An eternal flame, that forever shines.
All to ash, it will return.
Fire red, burn all;
