In infinite numbers
In infinite shapes
are these paintings.
These tiny crimson droplets
These stamps of bravery
or cowardice
Nobody knows
or everybody does.

A was merry, B was radiant
A's feast was tomorrow
B's deity was waiting
A's odyssey was taking him home
B's voyage sought the Almighty

A was stabbed
B was shot
Both amusing the lovers of crimson

In infinite numbers
In infinite shapes
are the likes of A and B
Lost in the Arcadia.