Crimson veil, in strands of velvet,
Shadows holes so deep, yet full,
Upon and through clear clouds englobed,
Hold all the meaning, thought; and mull.
Pointed stripes up, cutting darkness.
Peachy border down below:
Well, closed up by ivory planks,
Forever to prevent its blow.
Gape of paradise, extended
Past the limits of what's forth.
Riddled thoughts with whispered feeling,
To now be learned of its full worth.
Cream earth, smooth, fake, yet still soothing:
Paleness, spread on pleasant mounds.
It is what always sets apart
And into fading visage wounds.
Crimson veil, in strands of velvet,
Shadows holes, deep, never dull,
Into two lunar suns engraved
Is where I stare, for they will lull.