Blades are drawn,
cutes are made;
of love,
weight,
and greetings.
Some are just cuts,
none the less they both ooze red.
Greetings on wrist,
weight with love are up on legs.
Questions rise,
lies are made,
Red Herring takes flight.
"Come this way! Come this way!"
Squawked the Herring,
"Come this way! Come this way!"
echoed the people of the deceived.
Smack! Goes the herring against a tree.
Suddenly the people have realized they have been deceived.
They turn toward the girl,
with love, weight, and greetings appon her skin.
"How could you!? How dare you lie!"
Screamed the people.
The girl breaks down and cries
as they leave her one bye one with no good-byes.
The girl gets up with dead soul-less eyes,
she walks to the lake whispering her last fair-wells.
She closes her eyes as she falls in.
Her hair turns to moss,
her flesh turns into muck,
bones turn into fish,
her rest-less soul finally at peace,
at one with the water.