RED
Red is the colour of my true love’s hair,
It hunts for sons of oblivion air.
It charms me like a sunset wonder
Of golden rains in a blissful blue yonder.
It seems to me like I'm familiar
With fortune lost and treacherous crown,
With ancient forests and fantastic creatures,
My lonely path and bluest features.
Red is the colour of a hunt and power,
Of darkest lovers and romantic horrors,
True blood and kisses of our nightmares,
Of spooky candles in the swamps, forgotten fighters.
Give in your desires and fulfil with your destiny.
All fellowships broken – call out to your therapists.
In mysterious paths forget all your past,
Your countless names and prophecies of witches.
Red is the colour of adventure’s age
In frankincense's fume with smell of sage.
Of lichens on wild pines and snouts of the wolves
Leaving their footprints on wet and darken mosses.
Walk alone the road and sing with rustling leaves,
Walk to distant seas where midnight breeze is blowing.
And step beside your fantasies instead