Crimson skies dwell above
A caliginous passanger to her allurment,
Her coarse body intertwined with the jagged thorns of a rose, reaching toward every vulnerable crevice.
Yet she stands erect in her solitude,
Her beauty only amplified by the scars left from years of desolation.
She hides behind her labyrinth
A deceitful shelter from the elements
I journey through her path stumbling through the endless dark
occasionally I find myself aching from the pain as though I can no longer Travel through her unblazed path.
I only pray that one day I can Set my eyes upon her magnificient figure.
To see past her concrete walls and hold my Venus torment in all her pain and suffering.