Crimson Conspiracies

O sweet one! Ours is different land under the same sky

For minds of men are sharper than my sword

Their intentions brutal than my stab

Peaceful protest fuelled by conspiracies

                                        

Thou may name me murderer

And rightfully so, every soldier is one.

Red blooded men do feel fury

Witch! Thy veins must hold cold winter wine

To see your own die

And not succumb to the seductions of a dagger

Folks who live in forest of dreams

Have often woken up to a crimson reality

What is the cost of one life?

None more than ones morality

Paladin fights neither for gold nor glory

Have mercy on my stained sword.
Have mercy on the slain ones.

Inflammable is our Flames

For I'll be damned to disturb the disturbed
And famed if I slain the serpent in my mouth
Thy songs do bring peace to mine soul
Thy fury hath burned a hole in mine heart
Still I have danced to the enchanting music of your harp
Thy silent foot hath stepped in my stormy mind
But such twain are we, that me is kept aside for the likes of thee.

Burning bright colliding, blue they have been hiding
Million nights and million fights of million might
Causes flames to often lose their sight
Yet in the depths of dull blue, love survives
The value of survival is taken from the theft of harmony
The chaos of struggle causes disruptions in symphony
Million suns embedded in dark sky on a warm summer night
Under their grace of light, let love thrive.