The Last Red Angel.

A dress so red, and lipstick so pink
As she floats around the dance floor

The man in the corner, may ask her to dance
before the night reaches, a tragic end

She eyes him with lust
With one thought on her mind

With one last twirl, her dance is done
She waltzes her way, to his side

Holds tight to his hands, and pulls him away
Of to the hall, where they dance alone

They move as one, pressed tight together
Romance held close, strong in the night

He whispers a message, in her ear
She smiles wide, and drags him through the door

Soon they are alone, can’t hear the music
They start a new, kind of dance

Now they are one, their bodies so close
She loves the man, with whom she first danced

But in one gesture, her romance is fear
For now in his hands, he holds a knife

He covers her mouth, with his hands
Inside her he moves, with dangerous force

She tries to scream, but is not heard
Her heart is invaded, with stone cold fright

Her body invaded, but soon he is done
And with his knife, he starts to cut

Ties a scarf, around her mouth
And starts the dance again

Holds the knife, to her throat
But just like that, he lets her fall

Still alive, she clings to life
As he closes the door, and leaves his victim

Years later she sits, at the edge of her bed
Pills in her hand, she longs to take

He did not stop, her heart that night
But damaged her, in many ways

Never again, will she dance
An angel in red, brings only fright