3 Crimson posted by Little_Kouhai

Ah, yes, why not contribute to this fandom? I've got time to waste and talentless poetry to share.



Crimson.

My blade rips through skin,

I can feel it run through the thin material,

Leeching poison into the enemy's blood.

I whip around to slash my sword through something else,

And blood paints the ground we stand upon.

I've become accustomed to this feeling

And to the warm redness splattering my face.

I cannot be saved.

I cannot be redeemed.

My world is soaked in

Crimson.



Crimson.

Landing like a lion after taking a leap,

I regain the balance I hardly lost as I rise,

Narrowed golden eyes glinting with determination.

I lash out violently with a grin,

My claws tearing through my enemy.

I've become accustomed to this feeling

And to the sticky liquid soaking my paws.

I cannot be saved.

I cannot be redeemed.

My world is soaked in

Crimson.



Crimson.

The ditsy airhead leaves my mind.

I'm not the girl I was before this battle began.

I will take the life of anything evil,

And I will not show mercy.

With my Imperial Arms, I will stand strong and fight.

I've become accustomed to this feeling

And to the glimmer of red dripping from my weapon.

I cannot be saved.

I cannot be redeemed.

My world is soaked in

Crimson.



Crimson.

Pink isn't sweet and it doesn't mean I'll go easy.

I'll grip my gun tightly in my hands,

Aiming at the heads of anyone who dares do evil.

With each time I pull the trigger,

I hit my target perfectly on point and kill them.

I've become accustomed to this feeling

And to watching my enemies being blown to bits.

I cannot be saved.

I cannot be redeemed.

My world is soaked in

Crimson.



Crimson.

If you go by stereotypes, I'll easily make quick work of you.

Whoever thought up that "gay" explicitly means

"Weak" or "only cares about appearance"?

With my Insursio, I will make all evil beg for mercy,

And I refuse to deal them any.

I've become accustomed to this feeling

And to the tink of blood droplets hitting my armor.

I cannot be saved.

I cannot be redeemed.

My world is soaked in

Crimson.



Crimson.

Anyone can hear the strings as I attack,

But it's always just a little too late for the enemy.

And even if it isn't, don't forget string has several uses.

Entangled in the wires as I make them snap a neck,

Or my enemy will fall to the ground as a launch a spear.

I've become accustomed to this feeling

And to the wetness from the blood dripping onto my hands.

I cannot be saved.

I cannot be redeemed.

My world is soaked in

Crimson.



Crimson.

I no longer fight only for Sayo and Ieyasu.

I fight for the Night Raid, and for the innocent.

There's no Imperial Arms to bring back the dead,

But I'm all right with that now.

Their memory is all I need to keep pushing forward.

I've become accustomed to this feeling

And to the crimson glinting on my blade.

I cannot be saved.

I cannot be redeemed.

My world is soaked in

Crimson.