Her blood was paint on canvas walls
Her lovely death filled empty halls
And in his eyes she was a doll
So beautiful
Flawless

He knew no ears would hear her cries
And everyone would trust his lies
No one else saw through his eyes
That found beauty in
Her death

Rubies flowed out of her veins
Her pretty blood left carpet stains
Her deaths's imprint, it still remains
A perfect work
Of art

Winter