Spice: Crimson and Gold

Rule of law Burning under the sun A smoking barrel of a Gun. In the Shadow of her son, The eclipse in full halo of fury’s gold, Crimson n gold empirical light from stars Fall from windows lie sharply across thy Face. Death does stills thy breath! Taste the forbidden Spice... Sins lie near the surface. Life drains from under the Gun. Bakes and burns under the Sun! Explosions destroys this reality... Down fall's the petals, spins the shells. One by one... heliograph in the stark light End over end... the red blurs, petals of a rare rose fall Down, Down into a spin, Glass Shatters... Fragmented like stars Sparkle glitter and shimmers. The air pauses, Thoughts retract... The stars brittle light Burning... Flare white hot... Under the sun A smoking Gun... Burning the bitter sweet empirical spice.