Red Gold

Skies fall and towers crumble,
Red soil cracks like skin,
And blood begins to tumble,
And the spear begins to grin
As the blood enters the soil.
Red shades grow deeper and lick
For more. Tribes toil
And people get sick,
Bloodlust ruling and gold the treasure;
Tribes fight, sparing no measure,
Fighting to death, savoring blood
And making redder the mud.