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This ribbon. 
It flickers a gentle crimson 
And dances in radiant pulses. 
Poised in history 
Elapsed 
In this moment 
With steal and sheath 
This blade. 
Will jitter and fumble 
In amateur fingers. 
It is innocent and perfect 
Yet riddled 
With carving 
And scaring 
Of flesh 
This girl. 
A hollow mind and frame 
holds a flimsy temper 
with heavy weight 
She frowns 
In distaste 
Of her affair 
With steal 
She watches the colour 
It runs 
And runs 
Such beauty 
In its pattern 
And frightful 
In its 
Wound

Red Silver