Scarlet Wedding Night,

Sitting in a room,
alone with no sound,
just a drip of a needle,
along with a clown,
wicked smile upon his face,
murderer with a sickened taste,
bloody hands,
darkness crams,
into his soul,
sentenced here,
for a lifetime of fear,
What was done,
to end up here?

He walked to my side,
and struck with all his might,
knocking to the ground,
my body with no sound,
blood rushing from my skin,
preparing for evil sin,
I stood with my pride,
this was one thing I was not about to hide,
my beautiful white dress,
that meant my wedding day was spent,
widow to be,
was longing for a ravengous eternity.

Knife so glaring and bright,
was soon to be darkness's site,
pulling from my corset,
what would soon be blood red,
delicate swirls,
patterned the blade,
all to add,
to the delicate pain,

Looking at that face,
that I once thought,
was too good to waste,
sickened at the way
clenching the knife with my blood coated hands,
Revenge was clear,
in my darkened blue eyes,
letting darkness come through,
I stabbed you with all my might.

His blood flowing thick,
over my hands,
I pulled out my knife,
to tell you good night,
Revenge was so sweet,
but my love, times done,
a darkened creature of night,
you lost your game,
that you'd began to play.
Kissing your cheek,
with whats left of cheep red lip stick,
leaving a mark on your bleeding heart.

Looking at my dress,
whiter than cream,
now had a scarlet sheen,
a revengeuous bride,
is to bid you goodnight,
roses of black,
is to live on,
with the blue eyes,
of a spirit,
in the scarlet night,
surrounded by a crescent's moonlight.