Her stare could pierce the sky

Her anger knew no bounds

She buried sin in her heart

She buried death in her arms

Blood Red is the color of her hair

Blood Red is the color of her soul

 

She longed for a child she could not bear

She longed to live but never would

And so to punish the entire world

She brewed her hate until it swirled

Into a mix of misery

Into a rage that could calm the sea

She called it Blood Red

She called it Blood Red

 

The misery like silver spirals

Swirled throughout the air

It tangled inside

Innocent victims’ hair

Grasping at their clothing

Winding in their veins

Becoming one with patience

It turned them into hate

They called it Blood Red

They called it Blood Red

 

Intoxicated by the feeling

Of powerful tyranny

A wonderful sin brewing

They smiled blissfully

“They will call us Blood Red”

“They will call us Blood Red”

 

Marching through the forest

An army of her own

Wanting nothing but pleasing her

To take her to her throne

She stops in front of them

Bending to her knees

She tells them she’ll be with them

Hidden among the trees

“We will call for you Blood Red”

“We will call for you Blood Red”

 

They march towards the castle

They march towards liberty

And in that ivory tower

They only find mutiny

Their weapons turn inwards

The mirrors shatter all around

And every tyrant soldier

Falls to the ground

 

Blood Red comes from the trees,

Steps over bodies and does not weep,

Takes a seat in her stolen throne,

And takes the world for her own.

“I will call it Blood Red.”

“I will call it Blood Red.”

 

-Dani Nicole