Crimson History
When the world was frozen,
we discovered fire,
red tongues to keep the winter night at bay.
We and they stared at each other
from our distant caves
across the valley's cold floor,
two human species
divided by time and blood.
We were too different and too innocent
to make peace between us,
and so we invented war.
We killed them again and again,
beating out the red fire of their hair
and leaving their corpses naked as beasts.
But love and hate have always been
two sides of a single hand,
and somewhere in that conflagration
we too caught fire
and burned with them
so that even in this latter age,
rarely but indelibly a spark kindles
and a baby is born with hair of ancient flame.
We are marked,
like the striped tiger,
with a legacy of our crimson history.
September 8 2010, 20:42:20 UTC 10 years ago
Thank you, Elizabeth, that's as poignant and strong as I hoped it would be.
*bow, flourish*
September 8 2010, 21:23:53 UTC 10 years ago
September 8 2010, 22:06:14 UTC 10 years ago
Thank you!
September 8 2010, 22:16:34 UTC 10 years ago
September 9 2010, 02:45:48 UTC 10 years ago
It is also a poem with some great imagery - I like "our crimson history" and "hair of ancient flame."
Thank you!
September 9 2010, 02:49:23 UTC 10 years ago