Prussian Blue

“The power of judgment in general is the faculty for thinking of the particular as contained under the universal.” – Immanuel Kant (1724-1804).

Red, red rose, I’m painting you but 
Thorn of blood has turned you blue, with 
Crown of thorns I carried you from 
High to lie inside the tomb. 

Bring me to you 
Another hue 
Be my Prussian Blue 
Bring me to you 
Another hue 
My deep Russian blue 
 
Climbing crawl by light of moon my 
Eyes they burn too wide too soon as 
Flame ignites what shroud wraps you a 
New light rise to reach the moon 
 
Hullabaloo 
Another tune 
My deep Russian blue 
All over soon 
Lulaylaloon 
My deep Russian blue 
 
Black, black bird unfurl to loom and 
Headless soar in skies of doom 
Red, red fire-eyes bright as moon and 
Poison rains from skies in bloom 
 
Bartholomew 
Dead fire crew 
My deep Russian blue 
Black chimney flue 
Bone-buried new 
My deep Russian blue.