Infinite worlds of possibility,
What worlds could there not be?
Infinite dreams of futility,
What dreams could at all foresee?
Choices of the bold,
Waver not as they soared up.
Choices of the trolled,
Waver so as they fell into a buttercup.
Crimson fears unending,
As the unyielding falter...
Crimson lights blessing,
Us with the undoubted altar...
But this is all a mere illusion,
Or else none could see the truth!
But it is not a mere absolution,
As that would break and don the sooth!
What worlds could there not be?
Infinite dreams of futility,
What dreams could at all foresee?
Choices of the bold,
Waver not as they soared up.
Choices of the trolled,
Waver so as they fell into a buttercup.
Crimson fears unending,
As the unyielding falter...
Crimson lights blessing,
Us with the undoubted altar...
But this is all a mere illusion,
Or else none could see the truth!
But it is not a mere absolution,
As that would break and don the sooth!