The river still ran, but the water began to change, becoming the color of blood.

Yet red was the color of blood, and blue of hope.

At the horizon, the sky turned the color of blood.

She was wearing a dress the color of fresh blood.

She looked up into his scarred face with eyes the color of blood.

He was on all fours now, his face the color of blood.

There was going to be a moon, a big red one, the color of blood until it got up in the sky a ways.

He woke up with the feeling that the whole room around him was the color of blood.

And it was more colorful, if you liked the color of blood.

Then slowly it began to turn the color of blood.