In a gown she was, of crimson red,
Hundreds of souls around her swayed.
Sight so blurry, neon lights flared;
Stopped and sighed, in a corner, she stayed.
Her eyes met with ones so dead,
Demeanor spilling a sense of dread.
Locked with hers, hard to be escaped ;
Slowly losing the games they played.
Lifeless yet with desire they gazed,
Searing into her core, they blazed.
Intense and firm, those eyes ensnared;
Her body on fire, to look away, they dared.
Approaching her, she wasn\'t prepared;
Took everything from her, nothing, he spared!
Feeling his breath, for more she craved;
A seed he sowed, the garden he paved.