A Creation

Safe and smiling
At a distance, yes
you're safe, admiring
my work of art, yes
The fresh Crimson drying
At a glance, shades of a mess
It's easier when you're dying
Under my gaze, undress.
Eloquent quite, darkness underlying,
Your state picturesque.
The reds intensifying
Can't even guess,
Where your fate is binding.
With skill and finesse,
The bleak lines testifying
To an inner torment repressed.
As you stand safe and smiling,
The world will witness
your screams terrifying,
The night, my work at an end.