Silver & Red

Some call it proper, 

Others say it’s cruel.

A world once united—

separated by blood.

Blood tint decides status.

Two peoples accept such fate!

One superiors, 

the other peasants.

Superiors use slaves—

not fighting their own battles.

Lounging about freely in light;

Surrounded by diamond glass.

Nasty crimson traded for Silver

that shimmers like gold.

A mimic of their arrogance.

Pride isn’t easily wounded; Guarded.

Born and bred: Burners, Nymphs, Magnetrons and more.

Proof of their nobility!

Only slaves—

soldiers to the superiors.

Amongst themselves, lives are precious.

Choked by Ruler’s pride!

Soon they shall rise

like the brightest dawn.

Lives spent in fear no longer—

Fighting until free—

Risen from their masters!

A new era will awaken.

Blood is Silver and Red—

Stronger than both.