Scarlet Redemption
I see you, lady,
though you try to hide.
Militant black boots,
flaming stockings under flowing roses,
rouge on your cheeks beneath a red veil.
A daughter of the king
cannot be disguised.
Royalty walks these streets,
stands on the corner,
holding court with empty bottles,
cloaked in crimson.
I see you, lady,
though you try to hide.
Your Father sees you, too.
I see you, lady,
though you try to hide.
Militant black boots,
flaming stockings under flowing roses,
rouge on your cheeks beneath a red veil.
A daughter of the king
cannot be disguised.
Royalty walks these streets,
stands on the corner,
holding court with empty bottles,
cloaked in crimson.
I see you, lady,
though you try to hide.
Your Father sees you, too.
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