Crimson Cascade
Here,
Passion and life is percussion;
A drum by threaded angelhair
Fashioned by hands of elders
Where flesh calloused strikes lambskin
And with the tremor that follows,
A crimson cascade
The unborn are roused from slumber
For it is the time to scout their obstacles
And weave tales of triumph into tapestry
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