Sweet petals follow my thirst, come die in the path I'm taking, to bloom the colors of May and to burn in crimson and gold.
Red roses unfurled bright fires by the footsteps of the dead, embers bleed in candlelight orange as it fades into the night.
The disarray of our worlds and the crossing of our souls, entangled in this winding mess, chaos brought us in here.
Now the beasts took each of their mud-pearls and gobbled it to feed its dozen-hearts. Still hungry, it darted to find more orifices to betray.