Crimson, blood spilt, a rage boiling over.
Signs of fertility or stark warnings
Against perilous young lovers' embrace?
Perhaps a sign of the coming mourning.
Scarlet: a beauty's blush or forewarning?
A romanticist's dream or dangerous
As its eponym the deathly fever?
Or maybe the two are synonymous.
Ruby, a jewel surely to be revered,
A possession evoking such envy,
For an object of simple innocence.
So much materialism, how could this be?
Cardinal, Garnet, Imperial, Red:
Known shades, yet complex mysteries implied.
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