crimson august

d' chancse of et eterna is gone with the wind for red moon hath pass'd without thy presence... learn'd thy the past though alone wilst bring smile-noth, but more i value and loveth t' amaranth.

may there be one crimson august yet it is just a page of ayr lives. leave i this note to thee "there are more than meet thae' eyes" for iy'aem ti' eyeofv