Like a ruby blood

After the day,
When sun is coming down.
And darkness covering all.
I took the wine glass,
With red wine.
And sit in my armchair.
Just for the rest, after day time.
Red color of red vine.
Like a ruby blood.
Or even a royal mantle.
My woody tiger in my home.
As sentinel who my home guarding.
And help for him ...
Two luminous Himalayan rocks.
Shedding around him,
As blood ...
Ruby red light.
For someone it is like Hell.
Maybe.
But not for me, because ...
It is my best rest place as Paradise.
My armchair,
My wineglass with red vine and ...
My sentinel.
My woody tiger,
Between Himalayan rocks.