Crimson drop.

A crimson drop,
you were unable to stop;
rolled down those pretty eyes,
with rising thougts, of your own demise.
Now blank is her page,
her heart filled with rage.
Since she is chained and caged,
with the toil of her growing age.
A crimson drop,
you were unable to stop;
reached those rosy lips,
your heart clutched in a cold grip
Those lips that were meant to smile,
quivered in pain,
in memories of happy miles,
escaped a sob,
that you tried to stop;
but in vain.
A crimson drop,
you were unable to stop.