It was red,
The brightest shade of red
In it the color danced,
A consent of mockery,
Yet vibrant as its entity.

It was red,
A passionate red
To add to the flow.
In it, losing way,
Blindly falling through.

It was red,
The crimson hue
Of lust and blood.
Piercing, etching
And leaving a mark.

It was red,
Time came to stop.
Silence loud and ringing,
Death came silently
And all she saw was red.