Scarlet

The search for "Scarlet".

A handsome young lad

A common nomad

Treaded solo

Through barren streets

In hopes that he might

Come upon that dreary night

His dearly and beloved

Scarlet

 

Though they knew not his name

Or the night that he came

It was prominent

That he would only seek

The one he lusted for

For nothing could mean more

Than his precious and valued

Scarlet

 

 

But they swore to show their wrath

As they stayed along the path

Of the steadfast

And fearless young fellow

Who endured the coldest nights

Avoiding the morning light

In search for his dearest

Scarlet

 

“Thy journey is vile!”

Cried they to the juvenile

But he hastened

Far into the night

Until he left no sound

On their almost holy ground

As his passion lead his search for

Scarlet

 

It was o’er yonder

The young man did wonder

And there stood

A maiden, naïve and fair

He spoke to her mild

And the lady was beguiled

She did not know he sought for

Scarlet

 

 

To her neck so white

The young lad took a bite

Costing the maiden her soul

And from her veins did leak

Long streams, a morbid streak

Of his precious and ever loved

 

...Scarlet

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Deron Alexis]

was not expecting that at all you totally got me with the ending

[FocusedAmnesia]

"To her neck so white
The young lad took a bite"
- I was not expecting that. Nice read.