They envy my garment of red
That glitters when a light thread,
Without a touch passes near
As if to my skin is dear.
And a reddish hue I spread.
They envy my lines when they fight
Corruption in its shameless night,
The beauty of some rhyming words,
That one day will slash as swords.
And a just flame, will ignite.
Oh my ink, of burden you flow
With a heavy breath you blow to glow,
Oh my skin of fervid bleed,
Your red is all what most will read.
Just another passing show.
