Crimson

Whilom self, rekindled with hope

Yet to others must I prove my value

Whilst I sustain a steady scope

A name for myself I shall hew

 

Disbelieving eyes do gaze

Supportive souls are rare

Doubtful minds do dispraise

Preceding self-image I must forbear

 

Stadium threshold forbids reservation

Poised, hushed cues, our soul communication

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