Crimson Paths

Etched on souls of the strongest of people are eeriest of scars fate's schadenfreude painting the pages of life, afore beautiful destination calls the most arduous walk held in wretched land belies deciduous leaves of desire, traversing the crimson paths of fate and enduring unkempt squalls. Thence, beyond all life recapitulates: What’s the prestige of rose sans thorns? What’s the prestige of dawn sans dark? As destiny reconciliates hither with another chapter of gloom.