Crimson Rain.


It takes someone to cry those tears.
Takes someone to stoke those fears.
Tears of Blood.
Crimson Rain.
Flashing Blades.
Screams of Icy Pain.
Fires of Hatred.

I raise my arms to the roaring wind.
My billowing dress sweeping behind me.
Feathers enveloping me as wings the size of sails sprout from my back.
Ceasing the screaming wind.
From my trailing robes I pull a dagger.
Encrusted with jewels.
It was such a shame such a beautiful object would have to commit a horrible deed.
I poise it above my heart.
With one thrust and searing pain.
My life giving blood poured forming a puddle 
On the ground. Soaking into my white robes.
Tears of Blood.
I'm tired of crying.
Screams of Icy Pain.
I'm tired of hearing.
Crimson Rain.
I'm tired of being drenched in.
Flashing Blades.
I'm tired of feeling.
Fires of Hatred.
I'm tired of burning in.
I did this on last thing to stop all this.
Because I'm so tired.
Just so tired. 

~DragonStar