Scarlet Silver
Love is a killer with a dangerous smile,
Murdering its victims with delight,
Dark is here, out with the daylight,
Like a serpent, it spits venom in spite with effortless guile,
It is burning but cannot kill,
In this nightmare, I still have my mind and will,
Here the creature was baptized with a perfect name,
Doubting one by one, alone without himself with nothing to claim,
Scarlet under the moonlight silver,
Be the one to laugh the last, in this barren world so vast,
Snow white tears in the mid of winter,
Born as an outcast, destined to be an iconoclast,
Take my dream, in your tears I’ll drown,
I’ll be nowhere to be found.
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This one is lovely. Really nice use of hypnotic, poetic language. Well done!