As I was leaving I did glance
At yonder wall, by happenstance
I spied a gleaming crimson sheen
And wondered what it all could mean
Was it a sign from up above
Prompted by an ageless love
Or evil portent from below
From where all ill winds do blow
I did not know, I could not tell
A holy sign or one most fell
So I continued on my way
Did not investigate that day
I still wonder what I’d have seen
Had my courage greater been

~ by thoughtriver on June 1, 2013.

One Response to “Gleaming”

  1. We’ll never know.

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