Red

The cool winds caused a sizzle in her aura,
The rain sent cool waves down her spine.

Woes and miseries, when she was aware, were the fuel to her fire.

No darkness too heavy to dampen her shine.

She was a wave, her every emotion a revolution.

The people around her unaware of the power of her resolution.

She was the beginning,
She was the end.

She was the story;
 and its every bend.

She was the fire,
That burned down the unchartered path.

Her soul was red,
Nothing could make her fall apart.