Crimson Consequence Poem by April Humason

Your life, once a facade,
A supposed stud turned out flawed.
Now I'll make it flood,
With streams of red, red blood.

Into slumber, you'll be sent,
For your actions, so malevolent.
No tears of regret I'll weep,
You'll reap what you sowed, so deep.

My darkness, finally released,
In anger, the pain has peaked.
It's not about hatred, but fate,
Once your mate, now your bait.

As you lie peacefully on my floor,
I declare victory in this war,
For your blood stains, an unwelcome decor,
No bleach can restore what's in store.