A Crimson Veil Shrouds What is to Come

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“Like a red morn that ever yet betokened, Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field, Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds, Gusts and foul flaws to herdsmen and to herds.” in Shakespeare's play - Venus and Adonis
“When in evening, ye say, it will be fair weather: For the sky is red. And in the morning, it will be foul weather today; for the sky is red and lowering.” Bible, (Matthew XVI: 2-3,)

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"A crimson sky breaks the distant shore," beaming an omen from the opened draw. Highlighting a warning to fear, abhor? Or perchance, a delight joyously to adore? Which way do I look and when, for this brainstorming. To read the sky bathed in crimson blood swarming? Looking left at dawn, I get a warning, yawning! Looking right at dusk, I get delight, informing! Red sky at night, red sky at dawn, What lies between, as day is dusted done, then newborn? For at both birth and death, blood is often shed forlorn, spreading its crimson veil, upward into the sky to adorn. What if I'm not a shepherd or a sailor? But, a land-blubber, or a tinker tailor? How should I read the sky's loudhailer? Perhaps I'll sleep, and wait for the trailer!

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