Red

The insidious passion in his eyes burns brightly as he breathes his last

Finally seeing the man she once loved die in her hands

The hate in her eyes subsides

The blood of her mortal enemy staining her silver-coated knife which carries the scent

Of an accomplished warrior's glorious skill and valour

She rests her head back remembering the days of dawn

She tears up as she remembers what being young and in love felt like

The fresh blood of her lover leaves a pungent smell on her elegant fingertips

She wipes it away rather violently

Just like she does to an influx of tears which crowd

Her elegant face

She really loved him, didn’t she?

But it couldn’t be helped

For even when a single affair turns venomous

Dire consequences follow