Scarlet

Scarlet

So, the sun did set,

With the beautiful hue of a silken scarlet.

It was, but of a different hue,

Other than the mediocre,

It was a fierce scarlet than a misty blue,

It was something comprehended by few.

Paramount was the difference, but herculean to decipher.

It shone, glimmered with a tint of flame,

It streaked the locks of exuberant 'dames.

It was a most gorgeous of all,

It hadn't been so,

Never the autumn; nor during fall.

It speckled like cinders, all high and low.

Glistened it with a spirit too fond,

Exonerated it the affection, love and bond.

Spoke it to the souls of halves and lovers,

"Love is inevitable."

Adorned it further their hearts' covers.

"Love itself has a gluttony insatiable."

And it dipped into it's ambush,

Ravaging the evils of anguish.

No-one bid adieu but some idle ferrets,

The heavens were yet marked with the faint scarlet.