I Dream In Crimson

A wash of lush pink,
Sweeping in my sleep;
Motion,
Poignant,
Still.
Juxtaposed in blood;
Unexpectations untwirls;
Velvet tendrils entwine,
Malady consuming,
Pile the pyre;
Burn the fire!
Higher higher!
Fiery pyre!

And then
There was nothing left
Only embers and ashes...

I dream in crimson,
I dream in red.
I dream the bittersweet,
Never to be said.