Hidden here
In this ever-cold
Growing Darkness
I wait
I
The
Crimson Queen
Sending flames
Of Hope
Like floating leaves
Downwind
By moonlight
To those needing
Them
To cope
By running their fingertips
Up and down their
Naked skin
As the leaves land
Melt and merge
Within
While I watch
From my midnight gate.
Will you surrender to my flames
If I called your name
To purge all you hate
Before it's too late
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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