The Colour Of Death Poem by Tyra Jenny

I looked in the kitchen to find her dead,
I turned her around to see a knife stuck into her head,
Her blood is as red as a Ruby,
Dead and cold, just there.
It just couldn't be,
I was crying in dispair

It was all dark,
I was alone,
I then saw small spark,
And i wondered who got into my home,
The spark grew bigger and bigger and it turns into a flame,
I wanted to call the police but there was no one to blame,
I was all alone,
All alone to know that someone should be ashamed.

(10th March,2015, Australia)