Writing the poem I'll be using for the collab, methinks. Been writing sonnet-ish stuff recently, for the past few pieces. Hum haw. Hey yellowbutton, does this work?
Crimson Touch I
The crowd laid out before him screamed his name
Calling for another song to be sung
Like rockets they had climbed the charts to fame
Again they took the big stage, banners hung
Behind and the last show keeps going on
Dance steps move the six from stage left to right
To the sharp sound of cheers and chants they won
Rightfully from an audience bathed in light.
But backstage tells us another story
One not so sane, woven from sorrow
Constant touring took its toll and worry
Wrought, weighed down from time he had to borrow.
One more show before the force was too much
Soon he broke and gave them his crimson touch.
Crimson Touch I
The crowd laid out before him screamed his name
Calling for another song to be sung
Like rockets they had climbed the charts to fame
Again they took the big stage, banners hung
Behind and the last show keeps going on
Dance steps move the six from stage left to right
To the sharp sound of cheers and chants they won
Rightfully from an audience bathed in light.
But backstage tells us another story
One not so sane, woven from sorrow
Constant touring took its toll and worry
Wrought, weighed down from time he had to borrow.
One more show before the force was too much
Soon he broke and gave them his crimson touch.
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