Died Red ~ripple~

The bloody moon of yesterday gave way to valor's mournful sun. The scarlet streams had overflown; the loss of life can't be undone. Amongst the burnt bouquets of flesh, there lay a man still uncorrupt. Although his time was surely short, he'd yet to sip the reaper's cup. Turned toward the ground, his weary eyes met face to face with carnal pools. Reflections of his dearest love came forth, despite surroundings cruel. A single drop of sorrow fell which caused her ripples to depart. He scrunched his eyes with fervor as the rings grew distant from her heart. Above, the vultures danced with death; he knew his life was soon to close. Although, he thought it chivalrous to die the hue of fallen rose. His corpse cried crimson tears that day; dyed red, the soldier passed away.