Crimson

Crimson rivers 

Snake down her wrists,

The dust of ancient civilizations 

Brutally rediscovered 

The spidery lines map her skin, 

Guiding the civilized to her 

To push and probe, 

To speculate 

Desecrated she is 

As they pillage her town, 

Rape her mother, her sister, 

Her 

Snaking lines 

Cry of her sorrow, 

Water the means of life

But her crimson rivers traveled by 

Hades 

Desolate, she caresses her skin with

The callous touch of a harsh blade

The reaper bringing in the harvest 

In an attempt to lose them, 

To blur the lines on the map

That they follow