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Scarlet Fire
Nothing involving the monster is ever easy.
Built thick, grey walls around you, a fortress.
Played with weapons to satisfy thirst for blood.
It slips between your fingers and you lick it off.
Your nails bleed, horrified you hold for dear life.
One second caring, the next, evil. How long?
The blood stained dress, ripped apart by him.
Spies you from the shadows, hunting his prey.
The blade sparkles, a mirror to the rage inside.
16 red roses on your hair, the memorial ground.
The monster jumps, one second it shines, flying.
No one will know, the dress belonged to the past.
The monster fell on his knees, took its last breath.
The murder weapon used to slash her long hair.
The taste of vengeance runs through her veins.
The only blood that gives and takes life, their fear.
Now her favorite color, the spotted flag she holds.
He made her a ghost, spirits never pay for felonies.
Living the mark of her crimson lips on the monster.
A hunter, completed her initiation rite, it will burn
Threw her mirror into the river, pulling out a sword.
Don't play with fire, the sparks will ignite a village.
© yudia
Built thick, grey walls around you, a fortress.
Played with weapons to satisfy thirst for blood.
It slips between your fingers and you lick it off.
Your nails bleed, horrified you hold for dear life.
One second caring, the next, evil. How long?
The blood stained dress, ripped apart by him.
Spies you from the shadows, hunting his prey.
The blade sparkles, a mirror to the rage inside.
16 red roses on your hair, the memorial ground.
The monster jumps, one second it shines, flying.
No one will know, the dress belonged to the past.
The monster fell on his knees, took its last breath.
The murder weapon used to slash her long hair.
The taste of vengeance runs through her veins.
The only blood that gives and takes life, their fear.
Now her favorite color, the spotted flag she holds.
He made her a ghost, spirits never pay for felonies.
Living the mark of her crimson lips on the monster.
A hunter, completed her initiation rite, it will burn
Threw her mirror into the river, pulling out a sword.
Don't play with fire, the sparks will ignite a village.
© yudia
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