DRESS ME IN SCARLET
If I must go from the
world, then dress me in scarlet.
Take me to the last
ball of the season.
Let me be the lady in
red,
dancing in shattered brilliance.
If I must leave the
Earth, then cloak me in crimson
so that none may forget.
Let them see me
unafraid,
awash with the radiance,
the blaze of ebbing life.
If I must be
banished, then cover me with rubies.
Ten thousand gems
gleaming,
riches and waste and
a glorified end,
finery in fatality,
head unbowed.
If I must die, then
let me die as a blood-stained rose,
fermented as a fine and
intoxicating wine
or a deep and lusty
burgundy
that pinches the
tongue, made speechless.
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| Ten thousand rubies. |
