Graceful tears turn to mud

Mixing, swirling ‘Did I say too much’

Come hither lips of Ruby Rose

Smirks solemnly with broken words

Watches tactful with a blade

Two figures dancing within a haze

One of Amber

Full of rage

Another of Sapphire

Living without pain

Tasteful tears turn to blood

Shifting, slipping ‘I think I said too much’

Two figures darken and turn away

One burning bright

And another dead in name