Sunday, January 27, 2008
Red Shirt
Welcoming us in a cursed domain
Was she, the red dressed maid
Looking upon us with her luscious smile
She spoke of innocence
And of deepened care
I did not, however, stand
To hear the misery of this land
So I asked her, truth in hand
Isn't just a sea of sand?
She started speaking
Of an image,
A portrait,
Beyond our sight
Yet full of might
They did not, however, listened
For lost was their mind
And senses
As they cared just for themselves
Nor for fantasy, nor books on shelves
But destruction and their lust
Now you cry, my deepest red
As you feel your closest dread
They are blind and they are dead
They're your friends, by terror lead
While the one who is the first
Once relieved you of your thirst
For love, for friendship and a little feel
And now? He kills...
Such monster is the truth of love
Such plague is the road of passion
Such inferno is the life
While friendship is another knife
For your lover's darkest sin
May the night drive them all in cold
