Initial here

Elegantly woven twisted and bound
six thousand threads of crimson
imprison my despondency
echoing devotion

do not forsake
the scent of spring
hope of twilight's touch
molten copper cascading
over palest porcelain

Between, among, inside
every permutation, nuanced
trust the undeniable
truth, passion, love

weary yet strong
stand until duty
fulfilled, no longer tarries
hold fast
remember even trifles

Leave now with haste
armed with faith
annointed by fate
bravery suits you.