blood-stained battlements stare,

once harsh white,

now, deeply dyed,

with our loss of innocence,

the pain is evident,

the sorrow obvious,

but the halo of hell alight,

forever burning,

the dreary innocence,

of ordinary vitality,

tempts me absolutely,

however, it is not for me

I truly require the bright lights,

the sharp pains,

of the extraordinary,