♦️4.) Crying Crimson♦️

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Bloody Mary on the Mirror on the Wall.
She is scary, quite contrary, fairest of them all.
Stands high, cocky, proud yet tall.
Striding through every shop in the mall.

Crying Crimson,
Lost her beloved son,
Stopped; no admission,
Freshly opened dimension.

Stepped right through the portal.
Wished that she and her son were immortal,
but they were mere mortals,
if that were the case they'd chortle.

She stepped through but found nothing.
Looked desparately around for something.
Wished they'd found anything.
Even if it be a little thing.
But was then met by a malicious sting.

Cursed away.
He ran away,
had gone astray,
For the night and the day,
Didn't want to come out and play.

Because that was not his mother.
Before, It pretended to be his brother,
It has more masks; another!
Of his father, sister,
both he and the wind suther.

Locked himself up in a wooden shed.
Painted its walls and floor a deep red.
Wanted to trick the masked monster,
into thinking he had bled.
That he was dead.
When in fact he had simply fled.

Fled from Crying Crimson,
Weeping because the only mask they had lost, was their own.
Saddened to the bone.
Lost in the woods alone.
Couldn't find a single telephone.
Stranded there from dusk 'till dawn.

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