Blood.

Red, blue;

No, it's always red.

Your blood.

Your seed.

Your genes.

Disappointment.

Repeated; always again.

You're stumped.

There's influence by another lifeblood, unknown.

It's just red, too.

It has power, immense power.

You do not know how to proceed anymore.

Howling with wolves if it was helpful.

Is this a retreat?

Well, never!

You're trying; to the end and onwards.

You're hoping there will be no shards.

You know, you're both in these.

And then what?

Looks steady resentment.

No!

It's your blood.

Janez Dreu