And they run, and they run,
And they never look back
And they fight, and fight, and fight
But there's no glory, nor victory
And they all die

A firework
Of brightest colours
Dances slow
Beneath the stars
Torches and candles
Iron braziers' light
Glowing warm
In blue midnight
Gowns of silk
Fineries of all kind
Whirling in solemnity
"A dance, do you mind?"
A thousand miles from sorrow
High society indeed
La crème de la crème
The very best of breed
Extravagance never is
Too extra for those ladies fair
Gossiping girls, all of them
"Oh, look, this lady's hair!..."
Gentlemen bowing
Talking with hushed voices
Trading, socializing
Polite merchants' noises
"This daughter of mine,
She might well catch your eye..."
This just a market of brides n' grooms
An exchange, !!one truth for a hundred lies!!
Gossip girls and merchants noble
Less n' less real knights and dames
Nobility used to mean heroes, and protection
But long extinct, those once bright flames
The only light there, now,
Comes from a stake pile in the debris
Burning bright, but in truth all hollow
This great bonfire of vanities

Your long, dark eyelashes
Shadowing your eyes, warm.
Just need to glare at me
And at once I‘d yield to your charm.

Your long, black hair
Falls so elegant down your spine,
Or entwine braided around your shoulders.
Oh, I wish you‘d be mine…

Your nose dubs bold, minx,
With recalcitrance so adorable,
Enframed by freckles light
And skin so fair, what beauty pale.

Your laughter rings like small bells of bronze, light,
And your cheeks redden in your joy, even blush
And when you sit like this, dangling legs and hands in your lap,
You just can‘t hide that beauty of yours, tamed, unleashed.

Your red lips, so filled with loveliness
Smiling shy, but so adorable, in grace
Oh, what would I give for just one kiss
Oh, what would I give to see at least once your face...

A red spider
Spinning a web
At the rim of your way
Like a silver flickering net.

A red moon
Glowering pale
Like a blooded pond
In the stars eternal vale

A red flame
Like a waving flag
Hissing, crawling, spitting
Sparking into a heaven black.

A red sun
Spilling ****** light
With dawn to dusk
From day and night

A red bird
Reaching for the skies
Raising in hybris
To fear and agony he flies

A red fever
Burning through flesh n' bone
And boiling sweat and tears
That are but a drop on a hot stone

A read tear
That was made of blood
Slowly dripping down
From the realms of the gods

And then there's that red flower
Blooming along your long, lone path
Meaning nothing but sorrow
And black, cruel . . .