Red in Hue

Scarlet roses rising in the garden The shade of crimson blood As it drains away A flame's maroon hue, Blazing with determination

Memories of Myth

Deep within a forest Lined with crimson trees, There lies a deep cave Stretching for miles and miles, Lit from the glow of gentle crystals, It goes on and on

Seasons through the Window

Every day, I stare out the window, A new example of natural beauty Playing before my eyes

Crimson Prison

Photo by Andy Buckley on Pexels.com In a lonely prison Crafted from crimson, I am confined Here, silence reigns, An empty space For the condemned to stay Darkness casts over all, Leaving nary a sliver of light In a lonely prison Crafted from crimson, I stare at towering walls Within them, I see those Who…

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The Maw

The children fade, Swallowed by The abyssal maw overhead, Just waiting for more prey