Crimson Lady
The night released a fearful sigh,
All hope did not endure.
Beneath a full moon crimson,
Laid her body broken and torn.
“This is death,” she whispered.
Ripped from her lips a scream.
So warm was her blood that covered,
The newly fallen leaves.
In a sacred graveyard , she's forgotten,
This crimson lady scorned.
Hidden beneath a veil of shadows,
Her heart it beats no more.
Copyright © Rosalind Hennigar | Year Posted 2008
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