Crimson Prelude

A silent glow in the twilight haze, A whisper of fire where shadows blaze. Beneath the sky of endless rust, Dreams take shape in the settling dust. Beyond the edge where winds recede, A haunting pull, a quiet need. The ground remembers what time forgets, In crimson light, a promise is met. Through the stillness, a spark ignites, A fleeting hope in the endless night. Across the sands where silence grew, A prelude begins, bathed in crimson hue. Ancient scars on a weary face, Etched by time in this barren place. The winds still hum their hollow tune, A fragile hymn beneath the moon. Beyond the edge where winds recede, A haunting pull, a quiet need. The ground remembers what time forgets, In crimson light, a promise is met. Through the stillness, a spark ignites, A fleeting hope in the endless night. Across the sands where silence grew, A prelude begins, bathed in crimson hue. A canvas vast, a story untold, Whispers of life in the amber cold. Each grain of dust, a fleeting thread, Weaving a song for the worlds ahead. Through the stillness, a spark ignites, A fleeting hope in the endless night. Across the sands where silence grew, A prelude begins, bathed in crimson hue. And as I drift through the fading light, The echoes linger, soft and bright. This crimson prelude, a path anew, An endless journey beneath the view.