As crimson stones skip across the great unknown,
Leaving trails of fire in their wake,
I find myself lost in the beauty of the dusk,
As timid Starlet skies burn with embers tone def blue.

The sun sets, casting scarlet hues,
Turning the world into a canvas of blood red ebony,
I sit alone, lost in thought,
As my heart strings slowly turn to rust.

My spirit meanders aimlessly,
A trophy for you to claim,
Fragile and corroded,
With the...