Lady in Red Sings the Blues...

 

Andrew Scott

 

In the cold bottomless depth of darkness

Pinpoints of passion ignite and die in ash

While trials of gray desire snake to the ceiling.

Transient shadows flicker over vessels of loss

Filled with cheap vodka, gin and beer.

Silently they wait.

They wait to see…

Wait to hear…

Wait to feel…

Wait to be.

They wait.

Their vigil shatters with a single solitary CLICK!

Diffused light cuts the gray, spotting the far wall.

Bloodshot portals to lost souls,

In false unity cast stares toward the shimmering veil of blackness.

The curtain parts

And from it depth ascends

Every man's demon

And every man's angel.

Every man's Sin

And every man's hope for Salvation.

 

The Lady in Red.

 

Slow sultry strides undulate a ruby sea of sequins.

Each step stabbing a million points of light

Into the unconsciousness of the dark's denizens.

White satin skin framed in long curls of fire

Spread a canvas for twin sparkling sapphires,

A gentle slope of sophistication,

And painted blood red lips.

 

They see.

 

Long delicate porcelain hands caress the microphone

Drawing it close.

Lips part…

Breasts swell…

And Heaven weeps for the sound

Of a voice purest color blue

Echoing all the pain that has ever been

Where true love lies lost.

She sings…

 

They hear.

 

Pain and passion,

Flowing streams to a yearning sea

Where time and tide keep with a moon that howls

Desire for a distant sun.

Long she has waded in dark waters

Where sailors cast unwelcome lines,

Her siren's song drawing each in kind

Only to be rejected against the rocks of memory.

For all their efforts

She will only succumb to one.

 

They feel.

 

A silent tear answers a silent end

And for the briefest moment

It's held in the broken heart of every listener

Each taking their sip and knowing the bitter taste.

It is what they came for.

It is all she offers.

The teardrop falls towards the stains of its sisters.

Descending into the depths of dark despair

And with it the hope of lost love.

 

Out reaches the hand of memory

Saving the priceless jewel.

"I believe this belongs to me."

"King?

"Yes Red, it's me."

"Time to go home."

 

 

Lady in Red

 

My Crayon King

 

My Crayon King, my love thou truly art

Thy love, in darkest night a beacon bright

Thou sets my soul afire! Paraffin ART!

Thy glance beyond ethereal delight

Alike red crayons hues, my passions light

My heart, my soul, my life belongs to thee

Thy Lady Red will love thee day and night

My love thou art for all eternity

My solemn vow for now and evermore

To wake up in the morning Justin Thyme

I’ll swing and sway with thee on waxy floor

And always make a gooey stew divine

 

My King, my life I gladly share with thee

Thou art the world, the universe to me

 

Thy Lady in Red

 

~Juliet~

 

Let's go home....

 

 

 

 

 

 

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