Crimson Light

Six pence, A pot of gold, A leader, and a lady. Servant of the king. A ruler without a throne. Who holds the land by ring. Then learns to rule alone. Somewhere in the distance, she hides her light. Cast aside all truth, be known. I learned to love the night. And in the darkness of my past, the future finds it's way. With eyes that burn, I learn to curse the day. Sin sets the fire, to toast the soul of man. Yet in the crimson light. Most to hold my soul again. So hail to the promise, and may it be avenged. To all who kiss the day, on which all life is henged. Some how you find her. Writting in the sand. Not knowing what she wrote. Yet in the darkness I take her hand. Stepping into the boat. Stepping onto land. Looking for the crimson light. Passing into the night. Here to make my final stand...