Crimson shadows weave its web
Walking the line of lies beyond
Kept apart from what we see
Darkness blinds our lifeless pond
Yet still waters erupt with fashion
Blanketing our desires in motion
Not a soul left mind of sound
Kept the web from its own motion
How careless the blinds eye be
Never turning upon a stranger
Leaving left what was to be
Never daring to turn the page
Light from above blocked the view
From shadows earthed and stretched
Can it be a liar’s bed?
Raised of light bore to head
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