Tis The One Cursed With Heartbreak, Who Pens The Beautifullest Love...

Tis nothing, the heart, but red glass

The deity of heartbreak reminiscent from outside mirrors

Splintering reflections, and red glass, 

Piercing lungs with each breath of a was love tragedy.

Tis the red street, the heart but a fallible being

The magician tricker of hearts cry

A love he magicks out of broken mirrors

Many a reflection, but one the answer.

Tis the red night, heartbreak runs amok 

In the red streets, whisper and questions and a whisper in answer

The magician magicks mirrors out of a held breath

Heartbreak runs amok in the red labyrinth of the red city

Tis the devil god of the red glass, the pleas turn scorn

Statues erect in the labyrinth of the red city

But in answer, she swears love is red glass and magic.

The irony the cries, heartbreak on her fingertips

(The magician magicks heart out of red glass every sunset)

Tis the red night of red stars and red moons

He magicks a rain of roses in answer

But love is red glass and magic she cry

And time speeds past red

Hour draws dawn, sunlight splinters statues, 

Red glass cuts her lungs a crimson spillage

But this very hour, no magic magick heart of red glass.

Time cries with her and speeds past red again.