Beneath the crimson sky, the world ignites,
With shades of red that paint the night.
Passion bleeds in each vibrant hue,
A canvas of dreams, both old and new.

In the heart of fire, where embers glow,
Lies a fervor that we all know.
The blaze of love, the heat of rage,
All contained within red’s cage.

Roses bloom with petals afire,
Whispering secrets of deep desire.
In every heartbeat, in every breath,
Red signifies life and death.

So let the crimson tide arise,
Painting the dawn of endless skies.
For in the spectrum of our soul,
Red is the color that makes us whole.