Cross the crimson tide

That snakes, dividing the vale divide

With stories I was plied of hero’s who’d death defied

How they’d crossed the crimson tide,

They lied

Deep inside I’d tried

Failed to reach the other side

My demise can’t be denied

Body tossed by crimson tide

Cascading down the vale divide

Like a child’s toy down playground slide

I cried out in great pain, inside burst outside

Flumes of red shot out as my to be corpse and rocks collide

Free this soul from this corpse boat

That bob’s like a cork on crimson tide

Free this soul before the devils hotel is spied

A dark, dark place to reside

Cried my last tears for redemption

Celestial light picked out my bobbing corpse

Heavenly intervention had spied

The devil cried

A hand scraped out the remains of purity from my soul

Joyous tears explode

Tied to a pure white dove, bourn to the apricot white tide

On Gods side

Floating above crimson tide

See me slide up the children’s slide

Inside a new body I now reside

Have you the faith to cross the crimson tide

That snakes between the vales divide?

©Phil Golding 07/08