I may be dressed in blue,
but all I see is red.
Whoever doesn’t grasp me,
I no longer beckon to..
The work of reckoning
I delegate to Death.

Yay, I have made
this bed of roses
for myself..
Upon its thorny,
queen-sized
mattress
still I lay.
Whether you like it,
or you don’t,
I wouldn’t have it
any other way.

For, though
the others
prematurely
met their end..
their lives today
I do not mourn.
By Crimson King’s
decree alone,
to never see
the light of day,
they were..
still born.