I'm not much of a poet, but I felt inspired to write a little poem in honor of tonight's show. Apparently she talks in Early Modern English.
Ode to the Crimson Moon
As the moon looks down
upon the dark Alder tree,
I ponder a colloquy
between her and me.
Of crimson-bound ribbons,
shining bright as can be.
"All but one chance in life",
she cries in the night.
Her face red torn,
as she dodges through light.
"I mean no ill will,"
my smile as wide as the sea.
"Acknowledge your fate!
Stay humble and true to thee."
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