Crimson Ritual

Crimson shades of blood, sharp thorns in lion's heart,

Times of plenty drowned in arrow showers,

Here and there, regrets and pain in hurled darts,

Clotting rossolio, spikes that rot in hours,

The art by blood, one day will fade away,

Such flowers return, fade again and go,

Though in your prime, wounds can strike as they may,

O my bewildered heart, my crimson flows

Flechette in flesh, shot by villainous hands,

Will to live withers in pain to be felt,

Twinge and tweezers, a strange and grim stand,

Crimson blood, thorns and hand, fate is now dealt,

A blooming new rose to supplant the last,

The next bloody rose to fall downcast.

Author's Note

Summary:
The poet explains that every heart carries hidden pains and regrets that can often overshadow our happy moments. Over time, however, these painful experiences stop hurting and become memories we can look back on with peace. While happiness is beautiful, it often feels more temporary than our bad memories, which tend to stick with us longer. The message for the New Year 2026 is to be realistic: hope for the best, but be prepared for the difficult times, knowing that they are a natural part of life's cycle.