(Red rivers) 
Grey steal shackles innocence
Ichor pours, from once pure conscience
Leaking, descend like a crimson torrent
The bitter, salty iron fills rivers below
Casting shadows into the terrain,
Filling up the dirt with metal minerals
Pressure put on once pure earth
Now dirtied and filled with nothing but grit and twisted, tainted mirth
A once pure blue ocean, fluffy white clouds and green lively grass
Are now distorted, broken like shards of window pain glass.
Brine overflowing crimson, red like bloodied moon
Clouds heavy inky black, depicted space and the void too
Her grass once green, now dead ashy grey
This is what happens, when sterling snowy innocence is taken away.