Crimson Hooks

Raging weathers of black liquid,

A swaying object that has just shifted,

Everything around me can't be seen,

Not a spectacle of the shaky seas.


Landing on an island of pure azure,

I end up remembering nothing but a blur,

Looking around me just once more,

There was something that I could not possibly adore.

Not the surroundings of papers and books,

But nothing compared to crimson hooks.

The End

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