They said I’d never see the crimson dawn,
Yet in my heart is she, the crimson dawn.
They said I’d lose a duel with a god,
Yet fate has gifted me the crimson dawn.
I look upon the foe I used to love…
His drying blood could be the crimson dawn.
The loss is mine and there’s no turning back,
Alas, I cannot flee the crimson dawn.
I fall into the storm of the unknown,
At last, my hatred frees the crimson dawn.
This form was hard. Excruciatingly hard. But yeah, this is what I managed to write. Excuse the weird rhythm.
Oh, and I tried, but I couldn’t find a way to insert my name into the last stanza. Just didn’t work. Anyway…
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