The lady in red shoes turns cold,
She holds the hands of the deceased.
The lady in red shoes turns with languid movement,
She twists and shakes her body with ease.
The lady in red shoes is jocund,
She laughs and cheers when given time.
The lady in red shoes is proved to be calumnious,
She's only happy when she's mine.
But she's not the debonair she thinks she is.
Her stilettos are a facade.
For truly, the lady in red shoes,
Is a misanthrope,
A counteract of God.
The lady in red shoes is a mercenary of some kind,
She fights the opposition of life.
The lady in red shoes is death,
Just as she is earth's wife.
The lady in red shoes plucks her finger on a thorn,
She bleeds the last words and phrases.
The lady in red shoes is feared by those who know her,
Yet all she seeks is praises.
And in a quandary, she expurgated her duty to the almighty mother,
And made an irreversibly bad mistake,
And the lady in red shoes kissed away the pain,
While mothers and sisters wept and shed tears.
For the lady in red shoes began to awake.
The lady in red shoes has a candid expression,
She goes about her business with the utmost respect.
The lady in red shoes offers succor
She helps mankind accept.
The lady in red shoes holds no power,
She holds all the power in the world.
The lady in red shoes is hated,
She is loved by the netherworld.
Yet she is all humanity has,
Her clicking holds a beat,
For when the lady in red shoes follows,
Her sound a beautiful melody,
Her tapping will go quiet and the end will be concrete.
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The Truth Embarks a New Beginning
PoetryWhen you feel like there's no way out, life laughs and toys with your pain. But, when pain is built on top of pain, the doors of mockery close, and you can walk out into the world, with a newfound understanding and acceptance of what shit you have o...
