He drank from his cup a splendid red
He was delighted that the night was gone
The sun would warm his pale white skin
His eyes would open at what lay within
What was once a brilliant mind
His nightmare caused by bloody war
His thirsty demons that lay within
Drank within while he lay supine
The rain washed him like any good Mother
Mother earth swallowed him up like a Dragon
The external fire burnt his skin
allan James saywell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-splendid-red/
