X. Prince of Red

He slowly pouts.

I can but tell

He knows my doubts;

He reads them well.

 

Before he speaks,

I switch topics,

"Name, Sir of Red?

Count of Red...?"

 

"Sir of What Dies,"

He clarifies,

"Count of Goodbyes;

King of Demise.

 

"In addition,

Though, I am, too,

Called something red:

Prince of Red."