The Red Caped General

There she is, red cape and all.
Upon a steed above them all.

The battle rages as she fights,
with slight of hand to aid her might.

She bounds you in a wicked spell,
that can make you stew in dwell.

Weeks and months the spell can last,
kills you quick if you can't last.

The omniscience that she exists,
surrounds the room and coexists.

Shes watching every move you make,
like a cougar laid in wait.

She boldly whispers in your ear,
"what could of been" to keep the fear.

She seeks refuge in sight of trouble,
but always gets you back in double.

Her fragility is somewhat shown,
then you're dismissed from your throne.

None of us can get enough,
of this scarlet general's cuff.

Shes passed away but not to fear,
life without is just a tear.