CRIMSON SUN

A POEM By: Fernando de Mello Pimentel

I had witnessed the dawn of the Crimson Sun,
before the devil churned my soul into carnal sin.
All that´s left of my faith is now gonna burn,
just like them good old days of gambling fun.

Guess I´ll be leaving Vegas behind for good.
A Land that many have never fully understood.
I´ll hit the road towards the shores of azure!
I´m going to California were there´s joy for sure!

As soon as I hit those white sandy Venice Beaches,
I´ll quickly forget I was in such a dreadfully vicious state.
I´ll savor life again with aging bourbon & juicy peaches!
For I´m master of my destiny, and I´ll change my fate!

I really don´t care if the devil wants me to perish.
I´ll keep on roaming, for I´m a damn son-of-a-gun!
But I´ll truly miss the rays of the blistering Crimson Sun.
And in memory I´ll keep them burning feverishly.

All Rights Reserved - 2007 FPimentel Poems & Publishing Co.