Black and red
Are my paints.
Black as shadows,
As they wait.
Red as blood,
In a glass,
Bright as apples,
That never pass.
As I paint
With blood and shadows,
It's a picture of
Destined gallows.
The beauty of Death
As it follows,
In blood red trails,
To across the shallows.
Up the river,
Above the clouds,
Below the valley,
Is my red and black painting of
My destined gallows.
Zibermonkey Community Member 
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