Red Sails

'Midst cannon smoke the sun arose, blood red To spread the night's cold horrors on the bay Our tattered sails waved farewells to the dead Rain washing both our blood and shame away No more would beasts of war be freed or fed Or mankind's conscience let such madness lay. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Each Letter Threads The Verse" Poetry Contest, Joseph May, Judge & Sponsor. * This is a form called "The Harrisham Rhyme", created by Harrisham Minhas, from Punjab, India. It is a six-line poem with the rhyme scheme: ababab. In this form, the last letter of the first word of each line, is the first letter of the first word of the next line. I hope you enjoy it! *