The Scarlet Fervor
The tapestry of night woven by many
At once was carelessly filled with near twenty
Goddesses and warlocks, divinity galore
They spiraled and spun magazines of folklore
It started as one, a star that spoke red
But soon, as a cancer, the scarlet was spread
Layering beauty a mossy black mold
The crystals of shadow now offered no gold
One after one, the magnificent struck down
Perfection beleaguered an irate ghost town
The sky full of stars now dead and cold
A place once so magical now hurt to behold
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