Ani

Crimson Eyes

She kept knocking at my door
This creepy thing since I was just four
Did She want to take me by the hand
And dance with Me in foreign lands?
I dared not open that portal
As - on the other side - she stood still
Patiently waiting for me to
Fulfill her unwavering will
This lady with hair as dark as raven
And eyes a crimson red
This lady clad in a saree as white as snow
And silver anklets that Echo the sound of the Dead.
              -AN