the haunting of Rosy Red Field

The haunting of  Rosy Red Fields, light breezes and twisted deals Dark shadows, things are still, Listening to the pain slowly kill, The inside is cold noone in sight,, Your spirit profound but not as bright, The dark surrounds you  ust like a shield, Whispers are heard silent but still, During a haunting of Rosy Red Fields, The light comes but dreary and dew, The open sky slowly reveals you, The cold is warm, and body is torn, This is the way I truly feel, During a haunting of Rosy Red Fields,