Red
The dream when the moon sneaks in my room,
I feel it in my heart and soul.
I see the red string floating, guiding, leading me away.
I'm walking, searching, looking when,
I hear the ocean calling,
Leading me to a mystical cave.
I see it as I enter,
That one look takes my breath away.
All I see is red.
A beautiful woman in a red dress and,
She holds a red scarf in one hand and,
A golden crown in the other.
I see this mural on the wall,
Like a hidden secret.
Then I see another of soldiers kneeling in,
In white tunics with a bright red cross,
These Knights Templar raise their swords,
Offering their allegiance.
Who is she, and who brought me here?
I wake up seeing that red scarf in my chair.
I smile, saying, now the real mystery begins.
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