Whispers of a golden age
Gilded in drapes of bronze and ivory
On silken ivory clouds
Vows of grandeur and gold
Delivered on roads of bone
In the image of crimson and steel
O, does the romance entice you
Brave soldier of fortune
In your blasphemy and pride
Drenched in the crimson crest
Carve destiny with your tools
Chisel the hearts of the wicked
Foul music of the crimson court
A palace of meat and cartilage
May the wicker burn
And devour us all
Crimson Court
About The Author
J. L. Figueroa is currently enjoying the Las Vegas sun, staying hydrated and writing to his heart’s content. On his spare time, he delves into cooking, The Legend of Zelda, and a snuggly read.
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