in the dark we loved, ignited our lights. below the blues we got painted red. with love and not blood. when we loved, they called it dark. they started to taint us red, orthodox clouds covered real light. with no weapon, they shed our blood, slowly from red, we shifted to blues. but we rose, from blues to true rose's red. we never shed their blood, still we achieved true light, and vaporized the orthodox clouds dark, only in our own world, we felt loved. ••Open For All•• 🔸 To the Participants of our 1 month writing Challenge - "Worddiction!" 🔸 You must write a sestina poem. 🔸 You must write it in 3-7 stanzas. 🔸 This is our 8th Prompt for "Worddiction!" 🔸 You must choose 4-6 random words. __________________________________________