In the labyrinth of veins, a river flows,Crimson whispers of secrets untold,Carrying life through shadows and glows,A silent story in every heartbeat bold.
The pulse speaks in rhythms, soft and deep,A dance of life in a delicate thread,Where dreams and memories quietly sleep,And the living and lost are gently wed.
Through the storm of flesh, it courses free,An endless journey through the mortal frame,A tide of red in a vast, living sea,Binding us all in its eternal claim.
In every drop, a universe ignites,The essence of stars, of earth, and sky,Blood, the keeper of our sacred lights,In its flow, we live, in its stillness, we die.