Crimson petals drawing crimson water,
A beacon of love with thorns beneath.
His darkened eyes, he sought her;
Only dark intentions underneath.

White as snow, with purest thoughts,
He drew her to his field of hurt,
Where only pain could be wrought.
There was no truth to assert.

Bright as fire, radiant as dawn,
But fire destroys as well as create.
Out of the ashes, hate was reborn.
Hate would serve as the fish’s bait.

Dark as night, fearful, alone.
Most cower from his advance.
But together, they could atone,
And in each other, found romance.