Ivy in Red
I'm dressed in what I know
Is my Sunday best
While being escorted
By my newly married sister.
She must wear her hair up now — I will soon.
O! Happy day! I can almost see
But just almost.
My feet dance, my hands twitch.
I must be with you now!
And see you — well, see your colour.
You deserve to know it,
So I shall tell you.
It's the most beautiful
Shade of —
What do I hear? Is it you? In pain?
I rush away to find you
To make sure you're fine.
I see your colour from far away.
My feet move faster.
My hands flutter about for your home.
There you are!
On the floor!
O! My love, your colour's leaving!
It is just us
As I hold you close to me.
Warmth soaks my
Once Sunday best.
You colour stains my arms and waist
As it drains from you.
Arms circle round me to pull me away.
I scream, and all goes black.
You are gone.