Lovely Bloody Crimson Dawn

Wake up,
Out the window,
Black sky,
Red rain,
Crimson Moon,
Once again.

By the crypt,
The church use to stand,
She stands there,
Black pits,
For eyes,
Loose fitting gray skin,
White faded dress,
Dagger in her chest.

He left her at the alter,
Heart in hand,
Church burned,
Standing in the ashes,
He left her,
Never to return.

No bottom jaw,
1,000 teeth,
Lines her top jaw,
Bone so bare,
Fragile to the touch.
Wings,
Of a butterfly,
Now blackened,
Like the ashes.

Crimson rain,
Stains the dress,
Ruined as it is.
The scar`s of that day,
Standing at the alter,
Last words to remember of him,
Seriously saying "I don`t",
Next the pain just for a second,
Of the dagger plunging into her heart.

Tried to heal herself,
While she still had time,
He walked away,
Laughing,
Falling forward,
She lay,
Waiting for her blood to run out,
For her heart to give out.

Her soul still remains,
As she does,
At the alter,
In the ashes,
Of a church,
That once stood,
So happily,
So bright,
Like the moon.
Till it turned red,
Blood of the innocent spilled,
The Lovely Bloody Crimson Dawn.

Reviews

[AndyJCash]

It's a nice poem, very sinister and sad at the same time. You create a good image and it happily reminded me of the video to a very odd and twisted song, A little piece of Heaven by Avenged Sevenfold. Write more poems like this that border between reality and fantasy :)