Crimson

Fracturation, such a grand design,

The bidding of time that took a hold of this oath,

Stranded deep into the golden cascade

Ares approach with a sealed note,

My own child, sole winter passed agoge,

Greeted by the Lions roar but agitation burnt into the mold,

There yonder, hooves, helms and steel clamouring

A tune so foreign yet the strings they play familiar notes

Oh, they ring,

My shield,

I grant you my son

They stride through rage in guild,

As I cloak his mother into my arms,

The fear and pride in belief,

Tens and thousands I hear

Outnumbered by the efficacious purging of enemy,

Oh, what am I

To say to his mother

How to console,

Conditioned for Sparta!

Agitation,

Immolation,

Regret within

Kindred soul

The Persian mounds gallop across the Crimson order,

As they take what's left from my soul,

The golden fields are cloaked by a Crimson ardour

As they take what's left within my soul!

Right in the middle of the day when Helios

is showing gloom,

I question for bloodshot mercy,

Haunted and pale I become,

The scythe, trying to grip it but it slips away

I see the answer waltz,

I fear what follows in cold

I see my shield

Back to me it's bestowed

You came to this embrace, son

Come back to me!

My only hope for years to come,

Lay torn, I hear her mourn

I fall for a Olympus boon

I wail to pantheon

The Persian mounds galloped across the Crimson order,

As they take what hope was left and more

No words come out, the Crimson blanket forms a choke,

Oh how brave he looks in the Crimson cloak

-Sourish Dutta