foreshadow play

                                THE FORESHADOW PLAY

One: The mosquito that bit thee,
        Also bit me,
        Our two bloods joined in one,
          It's feast done,
          My hand dealt death,
          On my arm a thin scarlet thread flowed from it's last breath.

Two: Our first night in one bed,
        "That time of month." you said
          I truly intended to console,
          But our passion took control,
          Water turned to blood in the shower,
          Flowing out to sea in the midnight's red mooned hour.

Three: Our first child born,
          In labor pains torn,
          I watched as from a bloody river,
          Our child came forth with a crying quiver,
          Endless white towels were dyed a crimson hue,
            As I was handed the child part me and part you.

Four:  The parade of years,
          The laughter and the tears,
          The well of life now runs dry,
          Blood vessels pop in our brains and our eye.
          Our life that began as two at last became as one.
          As we stare without despair into the red sky of the setting sun.