She sits there
On a maroon throne
With rubies and roses
Thorns in between gold embossments

Flaming red hair
Bright like the sun
Murderous bloodshot hues
With fiery intent and raging nerves

Burgundy lips shaped seductively
Flushed cheeks with a tint of coy
Decked in a suit
That made her look like she was ignited
Like she had been set ablaze

*And she sits there...
On her maroon throne
With her bleeding heart
On her scepter

With only blazing emotions
Running through her veins...