To thee fair and red

I understand not, why thou doth hate me

A war between us can only bring dread

To mine sibling, so young and blind

To such foul ways, as thou doth teach.

A murder! Alak, a murder!

Thou hadst commited such treason

As to sabotage mine way through the night

Thou didst act as a ghastly beakon

Calling, calling to me with thine venomous whispers

"Come hither, come hither." I did hear thee call

Through the endlessly creeping abyss

And upon mine thigh thou dist bring thee sword

Alak! What hanous madness is this

That one would strike a maiden from her footing?

To the floor below thou didst send me sprawling

The fibers scortching mine fair fingertips

Mine thigh screaming with agonising distress

Silky, thick blood upon mine lips

Like poisoned wine spilling from a cup

Thou didst commit treason

That foul, cold, winter's night

The fire dimmed low, almost to embers alone

Darkness slithering in like fog, disabling mine sight

Never will I forgive thou your actions

Hark! A plague upon your house!

Thou didst trip me and mine ankle thou didst twist

In the hallway thou sat

Such a hanous crime is this

That I shall forever remember and curse thee

Little Red Table.

A/N: Shoddy, I know. But what can I say? I tried. Well R&R so I can maybe get some advice and learn :D