Crimson Flood Poem by Aisuru Koibito

A boy runs to her,
Fear griping his soul,
She lay in a glass box,
A loaded gun in her hold.

Crimson red roses surround her,
Thorns catch in her black dress,
Her heart throbs painful and heavy,
Her memories a bloody mess.

He cries out to her,
The glass ungiving under his fists,
Tears form in her eyes,
She loosing her mind's wits.

She is deaf to his pleas,
Blind to his presence,
Her reasons are falling to pieces,
Her hand on the trigger is tensing.

The boy's body is trembling,
Speechless and unable to stop,
Her hand guides the gun to the side,
And the transparent walls pop.

She weeps weakly in his arms,
He watches the darkness to the side,
Their hearts quiver together,
No longer in the dark will it hide.

Something fierce dwells there,
Out for their blood,
A monster who knows their fate,
Craving a flood.