Crimson Love Poems
The Crimson Prince
The Crimson Prince, better than that of charming,
seducing women, without even trying,
Why do they love me, when I am so unlovable?
can they see crimson pain, beaded upon my blade?
Do they see the scars, or is love making them fade?
Sweet am I, but thou art sweeter,
My love upon a chariot shall be showered upon thee,
Lovely are the words I speak, perhaps all in vain,
For your the only one whom I seek, through the pain.
The prince of Crimson, the blood of a dynasty,
all becoming hopless with love, as have I,
I can't find it, this prince is all ...
Angel Of Death
Angel of death come to me
For this is what I want to be
In your Shadow all the time
Up this ladder I must climb
to be close to you would be ecstasy
For Death like life is meant to be.