Sting

And the blood was red and death was black the eyes that cried were bleeding red and the mouth that smiled was greedy black the racket zoomed and smack smack smack! the blood was red the flies were black his eyes were red and tears ran black she spoke red words and her tongue was black as black as death and to hell and back and hell itself was slimy red with puffs of pain that echoed black the words all drowned in a sea of blood but the blood remained as red as black

And the man ran after the black black speech but the pull pulled him and he could not be back the tears were red and the eyes were black that bled to death in a cry that racked and the monster laughed in a hissing sound and the hiss was red but the sound was black his teeth were broken and red flesh would bleed but he felt no pain and he thundered loud for he was numb as numb as black

There was a flower the one white flower that had a spot of red on it and now a subtle pinch of black

The king made a vow for lust of black and for that he bled a sea of red and he thought it was the end of things but he did not know his blood was red that disintegrated in the hole of black

And then he conquered what he thought was heaven and saw that it smelled of black and then he could no longer find a place that did not smell of red or black

The touch was slimy red of old and the food that tasted grimly black the priest was red his words were black and the so called gods were red and black

The one white flower was blowing in the breeze the smell was red and the breeze was black the drop of red trickled down by the side of a petal and the pinch of black was poisonous and strong it made a mark and weighed it down

But the one white flower alone and weak was neither red nor deep deep black