Scarlet Release

Twenty one years of Suffering Lies sprawled on the tiles In a scarlet pool Reflecting the moon. Scarlet droplets clinging to tangled black hair How peaceful she looks How content that smile Tears of blood remaining on her cheeks. A gentle pale hand still clutching at the amulet around her neck Eyes closed, praying for release Blood caking on ivory breasts. The other hand clinging to the invisible Clutching at something unseen A release from this life A cold skeletal hand, death? Expecting the eyes to open any second the frail hands to wipe away dried red droplets. But it does not come The eyes stay closed The hands lie still The skin unearthly pale A peaceful smile on rosebud lips Dainty feet covered in a soft scarlet spray... Strange how her nightmare started on an ivory floor In a pool of scarlet And how salvation came Scarlet on the floor...