CRIMSONS' TUNE
As crimson rushes thru, glowing the hue ov the moon.
Rivers silently flow, glistening as if it was immune.
Haunting to the mind, as if it was a beautiful tune.
Shadows play to the sign, ov the crimson moon.
Blazing up above high, is the crimson tune.
wow. fantastic additions lady V.
keep it rolling.
your poetry stop is celestial in every way.