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The burgundy curtains shifted colours in the tempestuous wind
The light of the background, the dark of a nefarious sin
Her ruby wine trickled from the mahogany when she poured another one
Sweet liquid touched her auburn lips as she waited for the sun.
A comrade had been made, a lady of the elite
Soon the bright peeress became her very favourite
Our scarlet countess whispered twisted secrets in her ears over dinner
Words were spilled in the eerie night like the drunken dark liquor.
They weren't the mysterious beauties in masquerades
Both were disguised under the reserved masks so temperate
One wore a cloak of silence while the other conversed with nobles
The cheery companion, unaware of her dangerous gambles.
Months passed by, then came the rumours
Hushed words were murmured under the troubling glamour
The countess' humble smile coveted the gloomy shadow
Concocting a tainted potion her friend had to swallow
No screams haunted the halls
No words of anger clashed against the cushioned walls
The curtains stained in red, flowed out of the window
She stared at the moonless sky, alone with a glass of merlot.
-Grisha. S
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DROPS OF SCARLET
PoesíaFeatured on @WattpadPoetry reading list 'Stygian Skies' "I dream as a soulless spirit where the only music I hear is the drops of scarlet" This poetry collection follows the tales of three women lost in the past and objects they surround themselves...
