the ones
which, cursed, forever dwell
far from the shores of the known world,
sunk in the deepest pits of hell,
both young and old,
may once
recall the touch of their
immortal stare
from the beyond,
where crimson lights and shadows pair
blissful warmth and bone sawing cold.

and then,
those which lay and rot in sin
will speak of rivers red,
melting flesh and drowning scream,
while martyrs, bleeding for the truth,
will remember nothing but
the solace of a scarlet dream.