Crimson Twilight
Evil stems from places
The tragic and scared faces
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
A young woman never to grow older
The time has come she will show the way
How many are dead by her hands this day
A lover learns last
he stands frightfully aghast
‘Tis my time you say?
I die by your hand today?
Her lovers’ lacerations bleed
She sends her pet demons in to feed
I loved you she said in a spit
Now forever we go to the pit
another lover’s tale is told
another couple never to grow old
***** My entery into the Crimson twilight poetry contest**************
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