It shines bright,
like the morning dew on grass.
It twinkles brilliantly,
Like stars in the night sky.
It glints and glimmers,
a beauty so surreal.
It captivates me,
leaves me in a trance.
Though it may look beautiful,
the truth of it is dark and ghastly.
It's dark intentions,
hidden by a mesmerizing allure.
The red color,
like a ripened apple.
Brilliantly contrasting,
with it's pale background.
One bead, two beads,
three beads, four.
Drip, drip, dip,
to the floor.
The mess it makes,
I do not care,
for the beauty in blood,
is so very rare.
