My crimson devotion

He was a canvas...a beautiful sight, An expanse of white, so pure and bright. Not like the moon that graces the night, Nor like the clouds that drift in flight Unlike anything else... but like a swan Engraved in chiffon. My feet drew towards him, Each step etched in the dim, Crystal chamber of love. My fingers traced him, Stroking with hymn beneath the moon, Coloring a secret wove. I drew back to esteem, Stumbled, feeling light-headed, lost in a dream. Dropping to the cold tile. Glancing through drowsy eyes, My gaze stared at him, painted in red. My blood, my soul …lost in his stead.