Blood stained her skin, every inch of the white gown she wore...
Tears welled up the girl's eyes as she wanted love and nothing more,
His head rested on her bosom, alas! he was dead...
Blood gushed out of the centre of his forehead
She tried to listen to the voices, but never understood...
Afraid of what had happened and what would,
She ran her fingers through her beloved's blonde barnet,
" wake up, my love !", whispered poor Scarlet .

Her tear filled eyes looked into her father's soul...
The devil that was locked inside of him all those years,
The blood, the bond that she treasured the most, killed by her own...
In an unexpected way, unlocking...