The vines grew around it
and the flowers did bloom
bringing great beauty
into the gloom

olive green
crimson red
the ivory of pale skin
such a sick beauty
in a place of great sin

empty blue eyes
like deep pools of despair
their bodies may leave
but they'll always be there

a collection of souls
the tomb of women and men
they call it red valley
the place where one life ends
and another shall begin
 
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