Crimson

You have no chance against the red Sun
You are afraid of the moon bleeding in crimson
Oooh
You are afraid to face the truth from your loved ones

Come to me child, oooh
Drown in my palm
Get lost in my arms
Come to me child, oooh
I'll take you
I'll take you

I'll take you
I'll take you

(The smokeless altars of the mountain snows
Flamed above crimson clouds, & at the birth
Of light, the Ocean's orison arose
To which the birds tempered their matin lay
All flowers in field or forest which unclose
Their trembling eyelids to the kiss of day)

(The sleepers in the oblivious valley, died
And some grew weary of the ghastly dance
"And fell, as I have fallen by the way side
Those soonest from whose forms most shadows past
And least of strength & beauty did abide."
"Then, what is Life?" I said, the cripple cast
His eye upon the car which now had rolled
Onward, as if that look must be the last
And answered, "Happy those for whom the fold
Of -")



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Writer(s): Elisha Qistina
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