In his frail dark boat
He sailed the wine
The red seas of his mother's blood
Sailed the borders between brothers
Every incarnated soul on this planet
The benediction of a pristine pedigree
Life, and death, and all that spanned between
Twisting in his life
Foredoomed to swell to our cold disregard
Society spinning their blood-red mazes
Where the threads of men's lives are spun.

Gypsy.