A crimson sun shines,
as roses black, they bloom;
A crimson hue of silence,
covers this earth in gloom.
A crimson river flows,
mirrors the heavens above;
The crimson flows as swiftly
as a bleeding heart in love.
Her eyes reflect the crimson light
while she, gets possessed;
The crimsons color’s our waters,
with wines never blessed.
A crimson ray of sunshine
pierces through my shade,
with it my dreams of darkness,
disappear and fade.
As she sets beyond the horizon,
the son that shall not drown;
The crimson that once lingered,
turns through persimmon brown.
Linen rays of starlight
that now stain the thorns,
cover this child with solitude,
the slithy crimson born.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar
as the crimson river flows,
I walk along the bank
and hope to meet you before the estuary.
Wonderfull,I liked the way your rhymes flew and the ending was very sad to me, but powerfull at the same time.
hey, thanks… I read Wings of nails today, was so incredibly beautiful, just couldnt find words to describe how it made me feel… : )