by tearofcheek
Crimson, Crimson, on the wall
Who hears the cries of them all
Puppeteer,
Pull the strings.
Fingers flick,
The bonded limbs.
Tip of dagger
Eye of blue
Cold and shivering
She dreams of You
Master, Master
Listen close,
Hear her whimpering
Tie her loose.
Four, and three,
And two and One.
The coldest fire,
His only sun.
Here she is,
Your darling dear
Blushing red
And cheeks of tears.
Forget me not...
She wishes for,
But alone she hangs
Begging of more.