The Red

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Of protagonists and heroes, of Valentine's and Christmas,

Of roses and tulips, and the lips of a lover,

Of wild clay after an eroding storm,

Of danger warning signs.

Of eyes bleared (by ecstasy or agony?)

Of innocence lost, of loyalty gained,

Of culture, of the dance and song, the decadence of wine, lipstick, silk and whoredom at the start of a journey mirroring her maker,

The Red is Amilai.

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