The Wanderer Poem by Crimson Soul

Wandering Through These Crimson Dreams,
Lost In Darkness, Lost Indeed;
The Soulless Wanderer Knows No Rest,
For All She Does, Is Never Step-;
Into The Dark Abyss Of Hell,
But Had She Escape, She Would've Known Still;
She Has Wandered To A Place Of Rest,
But Wandering Through This Grave Has Stolen From Her Breast;
The Longing Sorrow, Forever Unrest;

Her Lovely Heart, Crushed By Despair,
She Continues Wandering Through The Air;
She Met The Devil, And What Did He Say?
'I Pity This Fool, Lost Her Way.'
The Devils Pity Cast On The Fool,
The Wanderer Finally Replied, As A Tool;
: I Have Loved, Lived, Died And Lost These Ravines,
But At Least Now I Have Found...My Dark Crimson Dreams...