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The Shroud

Crimson tide

Hail blues-

A symphony of ardent atrocities

And in-secular hues 

Gravel doses 

scrapes and knees

Made of cloth and treacheries. 

Love's war wages 

  Ever on

In the honor of a memorial 

  A Son since gone.

At your graves edge,  I remember you, 

  Draped in cloth, Brilliant hue 

Emitting ever 

  A radius heart 

Your halo a blinding 

Pious Arc. 

Oh abide, me deep, your blade that cuts 

Return you now, a river o' dust. 

In stars you lay, 

 Another name. 

In stars you remain, 

 World's away.