Crimson Red Poem by Moonlight Coronel

Crimson Red are the Tears they Cry
Black are the Hopes they Carry with Them
They Stand Alone in Their Misery
Protected by Many
Standing Alone
Fighting a Lost Cause
Their Pain Goes Unnoticed
Invisible Become Their Wounds
The Pureness they Have can Never be Tainted
White are Their Souls
They Carry No Burden,
But the One Bestowed Upon Them by Birth
They Cry for Salvation and So Shall It Be
Their Wish Can Be Granted If You Help Them…
Their Destiny Can Be Changed
And Their Burden Lifted…