Blood.
Rich, dark blood,
flowing through her shimmering fair hair
Coloring fair blonde strands
With a scarlet hue
Coloring pale pink lips
With red drops that trickled down her porcelain skin.
Face upturned
Hands clasping her beating heart
She let her eyelids drop closed
Into an endless void of darkness
As she stayed silent
Unloving
And dead in her own way.
He lay before her
Covered in malicious crystals
That grinned
As they ****** his life out of him
Killing the already dying light
Gripping him.
His eyes were unfocused
His lips trembling
His hands freezing
With the Grim Reaper's gaze
trained upon him.
Yet she shut off all thoughts
and simply looked to the light
And let the crystals
take him away from her.
She was hoping for something else
Something more
But in the end,
All she got
Was furious green eyes
looking into her own
As the glint of a freshly made sword
with its elegantly shaped metal
and brilliantly crafted spirit
Flitted across her vision
Tearing her blonde strands
Ripping her fair skin
Slicing her fair lips
Slitting her slender throat
As she was colored with new blood
In a brighter shade.
Before the blood that dripped over her didn't belong to her.
But this time,
It Did.