the floor's turning to crimson red,
chuckle was the noise from her mouth,
but only the heavens know yet,
the villagers will soon to doubt,
the stink of the evil blood,
all the smoke from fake elixirs,
his flesh stirred in the pot,
nowhere to go but only here,
gone was the sanity of hers,
guilty was he-breaking her heart,
hurt was the root of the curse,
thrilled was she-tearing him apart,
nothing could she think godly,
enveloped her mind was shadows of hell,
seemingly revenge's a sigh of relief,
but no one ever knew how he fell,
oh, damned heart of the mistress,
no mercy to his cries of help,
so delighted to her sinful mess,
when one came, echoed was a yelp,
too late, the wife wakes in the floor,
nothing left, only her soul,
beside the man she once adored,
turned as secrets of the ghoul.
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shades of red (Completed)
Poetry9th Poetry Anthology Here, I delved into the kaleidoscope of love's real nature. A tapestry woven from countless threads, a collection inspired by stories I've read, experiences I've witnessed, whispers of love and heartbreak swirling through the ai...
