The red-haired maidens
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
In the streets
where shadows creep
Walk maidens
young and bold
With hair of fire
and skin so pale
Their stories never told
Their jackets
soft as Viking fur
Embrace their frames
with pride
While skirts
so short
reveal the edge
Where innocence does hide
Their eyes
like pools of ancient flame
Are pools
that lure the soul
And in their laughter
cold as night
They make the dark take toll
The red-haired maidens
fierce and fair
With pelts of beasts
long gone
They walk the streets
in silence deep
Where shadows linger on
Like Viking queens
from long ago
They wear their power bright
And though their beauty
calls to you
It leads you
into night
So in their wake
I hear the sound
Of whispers from the past
Of warriors lost
and kings undone
In shadows they are cast