DAGGER

Red no more describes

The blood of a man

Than orange can define

The shades of a sunset.

Skin ripped open

Has a garish

Delight that excites

The lethal spirit.

But the real impact

Goes to the heart;

Not to the fickle senses,

And so saps the climax.

Yet the dead are gone

And the author has won,

But souls live on

In the mind of the knife.