Red Tide

Baby's in her hour of darkness
Everything she feels is hopeless
Disconnected from the dancehall
Tripping on her heart of purple
Is this passion or
Or your red tide?
Faces of her bleak expression
Taking on her town's impression
Tis' the season's witching hour
As the summer loses power
Is this passion or
Or your red tide?
Babe is breaking your kiss goodnight
This is where her heart will not die
Is this passion or
Or your red tide?
Or your red tide?
Or your red tide?

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❤Foxboro Hottubs- Red Tide 💔


Poem:
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A wolf named Red Tide wanders away,
From moon's pale light, that once did guide,
Now lost in darkness, she cannot hide.

Her eyes, like lanterns, dim and grey,
Reflect the hopelessness of her day,
The world, a void, devoid of sound,
Echoes of despair, all around.

The forest's whispers, once so clear,
Now muffled, distant, hard to hear,
The rustling leaves, a mournful sigh,
As Red Tide's heart, with sorrow, lies.

In this dark hour, she feels alone,
A solitary figure, without a home,
The wind, a mournful, lonely cry,
Echoes through the trees, as she passes by.

Her paws, that once did roam with ease,
Now heavy, weighed down by her disease,
The weight of hopelessness, that she can't shake,
A burden that her heart, cannot partake.

In this dark night, she searches high,
For a glimmer, a spark, a light to the eye,
But all she finds, is endless night,
And the feeling, that she'll never take flight.

Yet still she walks, through the darkest shade,
For in the darkness, she finds a way,
To face her fears, to find her strength,
And though it's hard, to keep her length.

For Red Tide knows, that dawn will come,
And with it, a new day, a new sun,
And though the night, may seem so long,
She'll find her way, and sing her song.