My first poem fic. Please enjoy!
The color red
I met a man with shimmering red hair,
his frame was slim and his skin is fair.
I asked him, "Who's on the floor?"
He said, "Your dead mother."
and I ran out the door.
I heard him cackle loud and proud,
running outside to a sky with no clouds.
I can't believe my mom was dead.
But she already is, all covered in red.
The man appeared before my eyes,
his sharky teeth shining like ice.
I asked, "Why did you kill my mother?"
He said, "Cause if she's alive, marrying you would be a bother."
I flinched at what he said,
he wants to marry me, that man in red?