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
