Lady In Red

In accordance to annoyance The sage gracefully treads In crimson red She walks the road Light on her feet As if almost in air Delicate curls grace her hips Her eyes as red as her ravenous lips Curves , carved as to perfection Of angels and gods Fallen far from heaven She guards the lands Protects it soil The flesh that breathes Even their willing steeds Prematurely agitated She calms them as they breed But hidden under that saintly façade Lies intent so deepy scarred Villainous , so filled with rage With death She be pleased With blood She be praised Her strength, be judged not by a glance For alarming, a beauty Her only plan, be to make you pay Revenge She seeks , of mercy not, She speaks For all that remains Is her dark blood garnished sheath Katana in hand She swiftly moves Soft on feet The streets She roams Her mask returned She pales to grey Bloody thirst concealed, delayed Be warned , however , be not fooled For beyond her beauty, Lies nothing but the grave by Amanda Miller