This poem compares the red blood on the battlefield to Vermillion. This poem compares the red blood on the battlefield to Vermillion.

Rose for Red Red for blood Rose for Red Red for blood

The only thing rushing through my veins, Screaming at me to wake up, If red is my colour... The only thing rushing through my veins, Screaming at me to wake up, If r...

It looked like crimson red Blood flowed from the body-held bed It looked like crimson red Blood flowed from the body-held bed

Red is the color of love, On every valentine's day, they plead. And the same red color makes m... Red is the color of love, On every valentine's day, they plead. And the sa...

The paper lost interest. But my soul was already lost in it, We heard the words of a true soul... The paper lost interest. But my soul was already lost in it, We heard the ...