Disparage me, second sight
Blaspheming, dove flight
Falling spray, intrigue me
Lusting for simplicity
Left Divine
They call me Amaranthine
Wondering a naked life
No happiness, no strife
Kick my stone, lie in wait
For incandescent fate
Left Divine
They call me Amaranthine
Perched atop the barest hill
Laugh at me what you will
Desolate I, ceaseless fate
Benighted being wait, Wait
Wait for me, I'm left Divine
They call me Amaranthine
Regis
Fee
Nice work, Crissy...
enjoyed....Art Sun...welcome back.