Blot of Red

Even in bright sunshine
A chill ran down the spine
As the memories came alive
With the blot of Red
Amidst the bare branches spread
Far and wide like tributaries
Curling, entwining the unsuspecting mind!
Fear encircled like the hungry vulture's grip,
With throat parched as the mercury soared steep,
Breathless, groping for relief in the relentless heat
Past followed faithfully, every inch, every bit,
Time stands still in the avenue of history,
Long gone, but not forgotten !

PC: self