Crismon Roses

**Short Poem made by a Close Friend Named Jamie, _AKA_ Whisper and Breathe**

Crimson roses Crimson roses are like that of childish play, with dips and
swishes of every kind, lovely indulgent of you. Only wishing to touch the
midnight moon as I glare at your fair enlightened face that of which is as
white
as the snow-embedded ground you see. Charity i

Charity is only
enlightened by tainted tears, that of which is forgiven to parasitize
amongst
all human kind to enriched there enervating souls.

Quest without hesitation my dears, for gold is amongst thy bitter glory to soften it

with your delimit warmth of thy beating harts.

With thy quarry, do you see what reaches light? Golden like strand enamors with

silver to bring, that which seems to be the heavens sky.

These feathers of mine are to be hold by thy manger to wish upon thee. Facade, these worlds only seen by the light of that of which the quarry howls to in

thy mist that brings its waning centering in its eye, you are my moon light.