It's My Red Star

In those moments of haze, I see her,
Wrapped in the tongues of a monstrous flame,
My Red Star.


I can see the naked red flame
But in that nakedness lies hidden,
A fountain of womanhood,
A phial of desire,
A bottomless well of love,
But it is hidden;
My Red Star.


One day she'll come forth the flames,
Unveiling an embodiment of beauty and grace
And her arms will open,
And the gates will open,
To a sweetly trilling brook of innocence,
To the warmth of a woman's bosom,
To a starless nightfall embellished by untold passion.
She will own my very breath,
After all,
She's my Red Star.


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Dedicated to "Red Star" a song by The Birthday Massacre. No, I'm not really a follower of this particular band, but this song, Red Star had me hooked to it. I pondered for quite a while on why this song just wouldn't stop playing in my sub-conscious background. I even wrote a poem on it. And when i read the poem, i realised that it was the singer's voice. Something really attractive...almost mystical about her voice...