That woman, dressed in red. (Madam Red poem)

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That woman, the beautiful lady in red.
The one color she wore, but hated the most, Therefore, to her it was a bore.
The woman who used to be withdrawn, and shy, started to change, and be quite clear to the eye.

That man, complimented her beautiful colored hair, and she started to act very strange.
She fell under a certain spell,
One called, "love."
But, she found out that her only sister had fallen under the same spell, and that man became her claim.

The woman claimed to have said, "If two people I love most are happy, than I am too." But she seemed to have a deep hatred burning in her heart, due to this certain marriage, but no one had a single clue.

She changed once again, moving on once more. She fell under the same spell again, and made this man her claim as her sister did to hers.
This man was gentle, and loving, and true to her heart, until one day, that woman's dreams all ripped apart.

The family she once dreamed of making, was now far away. Trapped in the past, and wasn't going to happen another day. This carriage accident ruined her life, and that woman's husband, died in front of his beloved wife. At this time, that woman had a tiny child in her womb, that the doctors soon had to remove.

She was desperately traumatized by this horrific event, her life completely became such a shame. Her sister visited that woman frequently, which made her happy in the least. After recovery, she was invited to her sister's child's birthday party. Upon arrival, she gasped at the flames having such a feast. The red in the fire, filled her with dread, and caused tears to shed.

Her life was getting worse and worse, everything disappearing right from her view. Her losses caused her a great strife, though sick of her patients as a doctor, she grabbed a knife. Upon doing so, she met a reaper dressed in the same color she hated. Though, this reaper related to her troubles and her hatred. She let this reaper tag along, but little did she know bad things awaited.

Several months after, a butler came with her sister's child to the hospital. She was overjoyed, to see one of her own was still alive. She thrived to see him, then. She gave the young boy a ring from the house's ruins. Fortunately, the boy did not think of it as a toy. 

A few more years after, the beloved child close to her heart, was right on her tail. On such a large scale, they were very close to figuring out her deadly, ruthless acts. Eventually, they found out and stated the facts. The reaper showed it's true form and started to fight back. Somehow, though, they ended up in a fight with the butler instead of the boy.

Leaving her to fight one of her own. She managed to faintly wound the boy in the arm, though, a deadly fate awaited her soon. She attempts to kill him, but...those eyes...the memories...that boy reminded her of her sister, so she could not kill him. It would only merely fill her with sadness. The reaper gets angry, and wants her to kill him, but she states,

"That boy is my-"

Before she could finish, the reaper stabbed their chainsaw into the woman's heart, with wicked eyes to her demise. As she fell, the color she hated the most, fled her wound. Red, was the color she bled, and after....

She was dead

That woman, Dead in Red.