Down this dark and crimson road
lies the history, the past
darker times of the failing frail spirit
Strong once upon a time, but life's brambles
many sturdy thorns, poke and stab
slowly sapping the strength while turning
these lowly roads many shades of red
Memories of these pains, told by many
growing pains they said, they'll go away,
one day. but your hindsight says that
the words of the forgotten have begotten
the open wounds of the sorely mis-trodden
Mistakes mistakenly taken leaves you aching
for a way to erase such merciless memories.

I beg of you, implore you
listen to the song of the past
as painful as the sound may be, listen
look from another angle, take the positive perspective
that dark and crimson road has led you here
the crimson is from the memories past, you say
but I say its from the lessons learned along the way
Dark as it may be, it led you straight to today's light
This is not an ending for the gloom that hides your mind
Stop searching with eyes down for a spoon along a road of forks.
Look up and see that the signs are not as dimly lit as you once presumed
This is not the end of the book, for the story must continue
That crimson past is just the beginning, just the prelude.