It’s all a game of tortured crimson desires,
Displayed in every night’s shadow,
Madness the face, seduction—attire,
They haunt, they slay, they capture, they follow.
It all begins with the bewitching eyes,
Words veiled, a figure disguised,
This fire erupts in the light’s demise,
In dark fables, intoxicating lies.
The entity, the charm, the lines, the opera,
The passion, the touch, the bewildering aroma,
Yearning the kingdom, ruler the diva,
Gleaming moments of this silver saga.
I moment I lose, a moment I win,
Lustful virtues and sacred sins,
Magic the fable, image the fire,
It’s all a game of tortured crimson desires
