Red
Blond hair, Blue eyes
Red dress, Red ride
On a mission, she goes
Where? no one knows
to finish her task
she must be fast
tonight is a full moon
and it will be dark soon
she was all alone
no service on her phone
She was a perfect target
and we will never forget
"please don't" she pled
and soon all we saw was red
She was attacked
and never came back
Blond hair, Blue eyes
Red dress, Red dies.
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