A red melancholy
born with a baptism of fire
created from the depths of the soul
living in the minds of others
to be sworn as a dark cape.
Red as a rose
the source of life will flow,
flow off the cape
down the river
to an ocean
an ocean of black.
Ocean, dark as night
within lay a creature.
Neither man, nor animal
for it only exists
because others will it to.
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