Red’s Hypocrisy

My love destined to fortitude

My love drenched in solitude

Torn to shreds by thorny tongue

Snowflake by a fire stung

My love a fire under water

Masquerade with hardened mortar

Split in mind, sire or lover

Guard of hope or rotted clover

Faces ashen, what subversion

Raging rampant, right of passion

My love and I dare not approach

My love to them, A rapt reproach

Burn your stars in bleeding skies

Bastard words from anger fly

Sink to depths in thought of treason

My love will soar devoid your reason

I wash my life of torrid hate

To live my love, I will not wait

Dam the blood that is my love

My blood will rise, as does the dove