• Sun set deep on crimson hills
    Stained by one aspiring will
    To gain what once had meant the most
    Even if that soon would cost
    To grasp again what she had held
    That in an instant, she had failed
    Secret, secret, quickly exposed
    So as to cover, struck she a pose
    Now dust has settled, minds forgot
    So to die, she'll let not
    Now her chance again resumed
    Her chance to be again consumed