“In Tempest Crimson, Bleed Your Spirit High” – Ryan Huang ’26

In tempest crimson, bleed your spirits high
Upon the wall, a canvas, to be red
A dye of perfect hue drained from my thigh
A gift of slumber, freedom from your head

A scream, unrestrained, let the echoes fly
In laughter's dance, a playful, fraught supply
Release the shackles, don't in silence lie
The sound, a masterpiece into my eye

My heart deranged, my soul fell in the night
In life's grand fabric, soon to woven ties
The laughter fades, as dusk in sunset light
Yet echoes linger, where the bleeding lies

So bleed, scream, laugh, the human cries
This dark art, I take with me to the skies