That exist to defile life so bright.
She turns her head of rose red hair
Only to see a pool of rose red blood lying there.
Darkness creeps into the edges of her sight
Threatening to take her life so bright.
She struggled to reach the rose red stone,
That deep within her love shone.
Faintly she heard the sounds of the fight
That was taking her life once so bright.
Weakly she parted her rose red lips,
As she gazed into the rose red eyes of death’s kiss.
Now her eyes once full of light
are dulling, never again to be so bright
Her rose red hair no longer shines
As it is now part of death’s designs
Then at the edges of her blackened sight,
Appears a light so bright.
She stretches a rose red stained hand
And is welcomed into death’s homeland.
Hey, if you liked this poem, go read my AU fic called 'There is Another'. http://fanfiction.mugglenet.com/viewstory.php?sid=65217