Named entirely for her flames.
In her heart, an inferno grew,
And never again were we the same.
She lived her life forgivingly,
Until she couldn't bare.
She lived her life bravely,
Until even she was scared.
Scarlet cannot be found.
She's wandered endlessly into her oblivion state.
Her spark flickers out of sight,
As her former soul disintegrates.
We call her name,
We feel her breath.
We hear her heart beating,
Deep inside her chest
Her skin paled,
Her tiny hands shake .
With every passing moment,
We feel Scarlet continue to break.
Sometimes...
She feels as blank as the paper she writes on.
And she could write all night if she wanted to.
But Scarlet... It's getting harder and harder to pick up the pieces.
It's getting harder and harder to do that for you...
Her eyes turned to jade
Her soul set ablaze
His love -- gone missing,
Her love -- gone estranged.
Poison on his tongue,
Ice in her veins.
Her Fire, he set ablaze.
She's too far gone to feel the pain.
Her shaking hands clasp the pain,
Under the yellow glow of the moon.
It's light shines upon her dark hair.
Her times up soon..
Contempt named her Scarlet.
Named entirely for her flames.
In her heart, an inferno grew,
And never again were we the same.
I seen Scarlet by the window.
Her soul engulfed in the words she writes.
She scribbled like that for days...
That is...Until that one night.
Her pen fell from her grasp,
As the determination was released from her eyes.
Those eyes that still haunt me.
And even then, she refused to cry .
We found Scarlet on the floor,
With scarlet all around her.
We knew it'd happen someday.
That someday, her fire would return to her.
And over the years, that fire gained momentum,
Til it scorched her through and through.
But she clasped on, never let go.
Not until it burned the hell out of him too.
Her tiny hands still shook,
As the life escaped from her eyes.
And we never did understand,
Why Scarlet had to die.
And although she died so long ago,
Her heart continues to beat.
On and on, true and true
Scarlet only lasts as long as her heat.
Under the yellow glow of the moon.
It's light shines upon her dark hair.
Her times up soon..
Contempt named her Scarlet.
Named entirely for her flames.
In her heart, an inferno grew,
And never again were we the same.
I seen Scarlet by the window.
Her soul engulfed in the words she writes.
She scribbled like that for days...
That is...Until that one night.
Her pen fell from her grasp,
As the determination was released from her eyes.
Those eyes that still haunt me.
And even then, she refused to cry .
We found Scarlet on the floor,
With scarlet all around her.
We knew it'd happen someday.
That someday, her fire would return to her.
And over the years, that fire gained momentum,
Til it scorched her through and through.
But she clasped on, never let go.
Not until it burned the hell out of him too.
Her tiny hands still shook,
As the life escaped from her eyes.
And we never did understand,
Why Scarlet had to die.
And although she died so long ago,
Her heart continues to beat.
On and on, true and true
Scarlet only lasts as long as her heat.
By: Amanda Haury; June 2002
