The crimson liquid rolling
Rushing
Down your back and from your spine
Gushing
I see the blade you tried to hide
Thinking she was on your side

Its began to dry
-the vital sap
With her gone-
you've no handicap

But you left the blade embedded
Seems to her you're still debted
Yet you know you owe her not
For with her hands she gave you naught

With heavy heart I try to save
All along you've been so brave
Leave her be
-and come to me
My truth shall set you free