You are my brother
Though not connected by family blood
The crimson liquid links us yet.
A sanguine thread of purest red
binding us together.
Our russet understanding
enfolds upon our hearts.
as forth from our minds
a vermillion brook gushes.
It trickles from hating wounds
as it pools upon the keybooard.
Linking us forever.
You may not be my family
but through this incarnadine elixir
we are made
AN - This is written about a close friend of mine who SH's. Moon this is
dedicated to you old friend.