Red

Poems for people, 

Feelings are flaunted, 

The writer burns his words but does not feel daunted,

Pieces of past by which i'm still haunted,

Haunted until i saw red.

What it shoots from its quiver,

Would make a man shiver,

Left to crave or left for dead,

The arrow that pierced me was red.

Red hot the pyre of burning with desire,

A treasure trove, the definition of cove,

The veil had risen and covered me red.

A pipe dream by any means,

Just a name for crazy schemes,

The subject of the thoughts in your head,

And the brand that remained,

will stay when it's dead

The mark you left was red.

Lost rabbit's foot the game is over,

Rare to find an eight leafed clover,

Not something likely to get over,

The streak of luck was red.

Verses for the vexed,

An attempt at a hex,

A spell meant for love only ends in regret,

The meaning will bind you or leave you perplexed, 

Paradoxical and smothered in red. 

Art Credit: BeastySakura 

(http://www.deviantart.com/art/Lotus-Tiger-251834786)