(1-10+ Chapters in short books each)
Chapter 1: Red
On the snow blanket, I had walked upon a trail of red
followed me as I weaken and tremble in the cold
snow storm but atlas I could not walk any further
and soon my mind turn pitch black.
The smell of roses and metal filled the air as I
awoke from my slumber to a garden bloomed in red
with a man whose eyes were Scarlet Fire as a velvet path
Leads him to me with the stench of agony lingering through the air.
Crisp breezes freeze the tears which fell from the sky,
Making something wild as a drop of water turn into
A beautiful gem all around me as I cover myself with a blanket
Of clouds, cold yet soft and delicate to the touch.
Shadows form silently as I stare beyond the moon which held
The tinted stain of pain for I has never seen such desperation
In another's point of view.
Reality or imaginary to be told to uphold another's soul before
One is crushed by the winter storm which holds truth on this red rose...
My heart pounds like an endless bell ringing in the Spring Fluttering loudly inside we came into eye contact...
& with an exchange of words, I say "Hello...again."
