by Jason
(Texas)
It started like any other night
slow cold and o so sinister
but in that time between the time of life and death
i saw an ember of hope
o how I longed to touch it
to stroke its crimson glow
but as I reach for that crimson light
it goes o so fast in this o so slow night
never to be seen again in this life or that
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