Author's note: Hello! This is my very first fanfiction, which I'll publish! This FF is btw written in a kinda poem like form, so don't like it, don't read it. And the "girl" is not madame red, just to clear the things up. Also, you have to know, that I'm a non-native speaker, so my English is not the topping on the cake. But anyway, enjoy reading the fanfiction!
There were her eyes which made me melt, I met them as she veered. She made me feel like I've never felt, but then she disappeared.
I froze, as she walked towards me,
all covered in black and white.
Only her lips, her blood red lips,
were shining through the night.
Standing there, in front of her,
I watched her every step,
her lips were the only colour in my life
and this colour was red.
Red as the flame in her bright eyes,
red as her passion, without any fears,
red as her lips, which landed on mine,
red as the time, which lasted for years.
She was the one who knew who I were,
not defining me by the things I've never had.
She accepted me as the girl I am
and my love for her was just red.
But then came the moment I always feared,
I've never forgotten this day.
One fight, one stroke, one last look
and they just took her away.
The fire threatened to go out,
but burned the last time when I killed.
The ones, who took me my love away,
but my revenge was never fulfilled.
My blood, your blood, mashed up with my tears,
was the only colour left.
Without red, my world was black and white again,
so the only solution was death.
Not my own death, no, their death,
that's what would bring it back.
Maybe not you, but the color red,
which would restore my soul, that turned black.
The colour red, that's what you were,
so passionate, flaming and loving.
I wouldn't cry, I would fight,
I would keep running.
I'll shred them into pieces,
my victims, with passion.
I'll make them cry and beg,
without any compassion.
I'll make them feel, like I felt,
in the moment I saw you dead.
Their blood would give it back to me,
your spirit, which colour is red.