The Crimson Mist - Art Print

Flight of the Crimson Mist

The night sky stretches out afar,

The birds head south for a tar,

The air is full of blowing mist,

A yarn of crimson I do list,

Beauty of the night alight,

The crimson mist takes flight. The clouds turn to a bloody red,

The stars seem to take their bed,

Just one more swan song a flight,

The crimson mist’s a magical sight,

Glory of the night in sight,

The crimson mist takes flight. The chill of night arrives so soon,

The crimson mist alights the moon,

Gleaming stars against its will,

The hue of red is ever still,

Wonders of