Rouge
Once upon a time we where fiery killers
Who danced in the light of the blood red moon
We who swiped and sawed so effortlessly
On wing of silver and blue
Of icy blue and forest green
Of sycamore, almond and brown
But none was more feared and hated than rouge
Now I am the last of the proud noble race of rouge
I coil round my unhatched eggs
I look to the sky of gold and silver
And ask who shall remember rouge?