Shades of Red

Shades of Red:

If I could paint the moon...make it glisten in its rouge temperament...

To cover the world in a translucent fire of death and destruction

Of my own wake...

The world would be a perfect place.

If I could sing a tune...

So sorrowful and sweet to fill...even the deepest crevices...

To make the dead dance in its tremulous countenances, a fear to make them shudder...

I would sing to make the moon wake...

In some jolt of a lunatic's sorrowful lyrics, the moon would rise,

Stir and wake

And shine it's maddening gaze upon the world to cast my red and shiny rage. ..

To make the world glitter in it's mishappened shape.

In some depth of the world's bowels, it would spit out it's vile...

Let the dead dance in its transcendent ways...

Compelled by the dancer's song in the full delight of her gaze...

The binding ritual of a lover's caress to create the sleeper's wake.