Blood red

My first poem. Go easy on me. Constructive criticism is encouraged.

No one seems to know
the power of blood.
The way it flows,
and becomes a flood.


A color so dark,
like the souls of the lost.
The red so stark,
and draining at a cost.


Pale white skin
without its red wine.
No longer the look of sin,
and no longer the look of a swine.


So drain, drain dear wine,
and become the flood.
For your power is so divine,
you could send anyone below the mud.

Author's Note

Is the form stable?

Reviews

[Geo Lawrence]

How profound... to think of writing of the life liquid that flows in us is simply good. Your form was also regular...

[Alexander]

Oh my this is all so appeasing, such profound use of words, audacious and impacting, like the previous reviewer said, the last stanza has great deepness and strong impressions. C'est parfait

[matrixmark]

Ok so, as you probaly know, I am not the greatest of poem reviewers around here. But what I will say is that the 4th verse really stuck out for me as being the most powerful of them all.

Mark.