Blood Red Candle Poem by Arrianna Prentiss

A silent flame inside,

burns my soul and fights my pride.


Weakness swarms within my veins,

behind my eyes you'll see the flames.


A dreaded fire melts me down,

the wax streams off my blood red gown,

and when I tumble to the ground,

on cold white skin, my red lips frown.


My eyes begin to weep like clouds,

when horror is my only house.


And when the fire reached my hand,

it burned a rose of velvet red,

it's petals black and viciously crunched,

fell beside my burning bed.


And when he asks the cause of the killing,

thus when I'm cold and dead,

you'll say it was a candle,

a candle that burned blood red.

© Arrianna Prentiss