Beneath the skin, a crimson stream flows,
A silent witness to the life it bestows.
Pulsing fervently through every vein,
It carries both solace and pain.

In moments of joy, it rushes with glee,
As hearts beat faster, wild and free.
But in sorrow, it thickens and slows,
Echoing softly, the heart’s deepest throes.

A river of life, yet a harbinger of fate,
In its currents, stories elate.
From the dawn of birth to the dusk of end,
Blood is both foe and friend.

Through battles fought and love’s sweet kiss,
Blood ties us to moments of bliss.
For in each drop, a tale is spun,
Of lives lived and journeys begun.