The seer

Crimson seers
“…An omen long forgotten… Many lives set sail beyond the horizon,
Behold them seas of change, Ov’ wind swept shores…
Yet another scroll romanced in my kindled heart,
I pay a tribute to women and men of aeons foregone,
To nature in all shapes and hues, brides and moods,
Whispers blow wisdom into the entrails ov’ dark ages,
Scuffed apathy and cynicism ov’ worn out grins,
My friend… I… Bow in reverence to the shimmering skies,
Indulging in a crimson dusk, a vaporous light imbues me…” 

Michael McGregor

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