topaz mesa
Crimson
Cultivate these lands as we
are on the brink of extinction.
Mild sweet scent of the sanguine,
evidence that through pine and oak,
bloodshed shall grant liberation.
Uniformity, formidable, supremacy,
govern with ferocious intent.
Tsukuyomi, blood moon shining
corrupted rays of crimson light.
Hostility of human nature divides us.
Kermes feasting on oak forests
dimorphism separating control
whether gall or gnat, squish
these bugs and set these oaks free.
Crush their fragile wings and antennas.
Sharpen the edge on your sword
on both sides equally. Since cutting
always creates crimson tears
independently of your intent
your decision shall always receive critique.
Grant me authority
to settle on the throne,
as am I,
monarch of this realm.
short needle