Red is our love,
It’s the sunburnt nose of our kids,
The warmth of our hugs,
Our hearts that beat and beat and beat.


Red is our guilt,
It’s the blood on our hands,
The rage in our throats,
The fire we spit at the people we love.


Red is our longing,
It’s your lips in a smile,
The flush of your ears when whispered to,
The touch of yours on mine.


Red is sometimes our hair,
Red is sometimes our eyes,
But there is red in us.


Nightveil Summer Ball: We Are Red
[Date]
Dusk Until Late
Castle Hall


Partnered Dance Lessons
[Date]
Noon
Castle Hall


For inquiries, speak to Lien.