So gorgeous the crimson flow.
Pirouetteing down the promenade.  
Precariously dangling,
Waiting
for gravity to grasp and perfect it's fall.

Tranquil sanguine pools
Accumulating
Glistening
Gathering for stories
To be told.

Gentle sighs in the pale moonlight
Amid the chaos and confusion
Mesmerized by the serenity
Peace at the razors
Edge

Who shall see
The glory within me.
Who shall see
The beauty of the stories
Told

Tilt the rocks not
Toward the earth
Let them fall
Ears they had not
For the screams to be heard

Gold, nothing did it mean
A kind word upon the lashed
Eternity would it have soothed
Now it's the ravens nest
And mortal wound

How was it not seen
The deathly gleam
About it they talk
Never will it be
Never?

Now the tears ask
For the answer they will never get
Upon the fresh soil they sit
Moistened ground, green grass
But, time will never forget