Tears of god

Shadows dancing
upon the brick wall
as the vine creeps up slowly;
the torch flickers in the wind.

Red, from the kilns of hell
the bricks coloured
from the blood,
of tainted souls.

Black, from years of
disdain and hate,
the hearts rotten,
of men.

Blue, flowing
from the mountains,
tears of god,
flood the world.