Crimson

With blood and the color of rose,

Came about a friendly pose,

A sweet lullaby of red,

Deeper than an ocean bed,

In death as a living she sings,

The rays of bright leave a sting,

Her soul tainted yet pure,

Her voice was like a cure,

Forced to hide in shadows,

Her dreams were filled with meadows,

Suffering in an inescapable prison,

She stands tainted in the crimson,