Crimson Dark

Yet the blank thoughts before eyes they smile,

And pick the supervenes of ever awhile.

Being flank of despair critics,

And appraise flair of happy voices aloud along.


Crimson dark destiny and disgrace,

Crook paths and rapt ravines in pace.

To whom to mantle dismay,

Dishearten promises to whom to pray.


Above steps of wonders they glimpsed,

Wet waddle over right regrets they wimped.

Deep aside the merry live,

Up upon life so specify.


And maple over the dunce attitudes,

Spread thy colors over all altitudes.

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