Red and Blue
Blue has become his
Favorite color
While she paints the
Roses red
She splashes red on his
Blue shirt
And he pours a cup
Of blue down her
Throat
The room is as white
As the snow
Before he flashes
A fiery blue sword
And with reddened eyes
She stares,
Cutting him in half
As he is rearranged
At the altar
While they fence
Slicing each limb
Painting the roses
Red and Blue
And the snow has
Turned red,
The walls have become
A bloodied blue
For the white had melted
By Red and Blue's
Blazing rays
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