Women's Blood

The bloody holocaust has begun,    
The body glows in the glorious fire,    
Is it the wrath of the heaven?    
Or the gaze infinite,    
That kindles and rekindles the fire,    
Out of the remains of the ashes,    
That is shunned by the annihilated    
In anger, doubt and submission.    
   
For fanatics, it is the stain of honor;    
The sight of which can make them    
Lustful beasts; proud hunters;    
But this loveless lust,    
Or lustful love,    
Can die shamelessly,    
If the hungry eyes fail to mate    
With the living blood of the dead.    
   
There comes a time,    
When the dead rejoices the bloodless life,    
The destructive blood is no more selfish,    
The blood bleeds for the destruction caused;    
Befriends the living; becomes benign;    
But the tongue of the blood is sinned    
It breaks the bond, kills the dead    
And sharpens its sword for a probable victim.