A crimson flicker,

A crimson moon,

A crimson image,

A reverberating tune.

The sky lights with the crimson glow,

And a new quiet reaches it’s low.

The sun begins to sink from the sky,

And stars begin to dance, no longer shy.

A crimson face,

A crimson word,

A crimson light,

The tune is heard.

With the sun gone, the moon steps up for its turn.

If eyes glance, they may find a lesson to learn.

Though our sun has left, a color still lingers,

A crimson stretching across the sky with its fingers.

A crimson gaze,

A crimson sky,

A crimson whisper,

The tune never lies.

The sky of red, its sun and moon eyes gaze round,

It wants to see everything, every sight and sound.

And with its eyes toward both land, and sky above,

It sings a tune even the gods in heaven grow to love.

A crimson blink,

A crimson lust,

A crimson world,

Lighted up with a crimson dusk.