Red,
She had the reddest lips I'd ever seen,
Or kissed under the trees,
But now, they are cold,
And the one who gifted her demise,
Stands before me.
Blue uniforms scatter around,
Questions and more questions,
I don't know anything officer,
He had a cold heart, and a cold grin.
I must identify one of the five,
Four innocent humans,
Scared and nervous,
Staring at me with those childish eyes,
They tell me they have done nothing,
I don't know that.
One of them took her away from me,
Was it the short one with red hair?
He's nervous and cold sweat illuminates him.
Or was it the tall blonde one,
He's smiling softly under that innocent look.
Did you do it?
I've never seen them before.
All I remember is the grin,
That cold grin, bathed in her blood,
The grin that took her smile away forever.
This is a difficult task,
I can't get her out of my mind,
Did I tell you where I first met her officer?
It was a cold starless night,
And our eyes met in the moonlight,
Something clicked,
And my heart skipped a beat,
Her's must have too, she giggled
And blushed when she looked into my eyes,
Lucy,
That was her name.
And now the blush is gone,
And the giggles are gone,
Cold death swept over her and stole her from my embrace.
I must find who did it.
One of the five.
The tall one with the jet black hair?
He has a familiar grin,
I remember that grin,
I remember those cold eyes,
Shining in triumph of doing his Master's bidding.
I point, it was him officer.
They seem satisfied,
They take me away, pull me away from the mirror.
The grin is back,
My reflection smiles back,
I remember you Lucy,
I remember when you grew cold,
When your lips lost their color,
They used to be the reddest lips I had kissed,
They used to be red.