Flowing from the womb of eternal passion,
A crimson stream descends upon a midnight world.
Spreading endlessly across the tender ground,
Gently creating a waterfall of scarlet life.
It falls onto a harsh, bitter land; cold and still,
Covering all within its sickly-sweet ocean.
The mountain from whence the stream began crashes to the earth,
While mournful screams emanate throughout the heavens.
Salty rain pours down and merges with the red liquid,
Creating an infinite sea of pain, lust, and loss,
That shall remain sacred throughout the burdens of mortality.