scale of justice

ozing pools of molten Scarlett it's tender lips brush the scorched earth supple crust a tender waltzs masking the devastating sloughter that grips the eyes of spaces distance frigid looming ominously the only signs of color in the infant shadows that clutches and touts the fats design a twisted carnival of spiraling malice gorging hungerly on the malnourished scraps that linger in the void coated in the crimson iron dust a testament to the Invictus nature to call ones self human