Crimson Echoes at the Crossroads

In twilight's shroud, where silent crossroads cross,
A lady draped in crimson's fiery hue,
Bestows on weary souls her fabled grace,
Each wish's blessing cloaked in a darker hue.

With serpent's tongue, she chants an ancient creed,
Her hands, like fate, sculpt dreams from night's cold clay.
Each whispered vow, an Eden's breath in seed,
Each vow's fulfillment comes with veiled price to pay.

For every heart that yearns for her dark gift,
Where Johnson strummed, gods and demons fear to tread.
Eve's temptation, through dusk's embrace cast free,
A covenant penned in tomes of somber hue.

Beware, the crossroads hide a truth untold,
Where wishes weigh in blood, not mortal gold.

By Blaise🔥🔥🔥
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