Tumult

Morning embers smoldering what was dead so near to life,
Warnings remembered shouldering a Red as blood-shot strife.
Knock the arrow keep the path what’s true is true ‘til death,
Stock and barrel deepen laugh choose or lose my shibboleth
Aimless gaze through smoke or haze the ashes sear my soul,
Flameless maze the blackened braze lashes the fear I know.
Sightlessly subtle shadows seep whispers echo all around,
Fightlessly huddle enclosed and keep the blisters to the ground.