Red is an evil color,
Hidden from the world.
The Seraphim's wings are tainted,
The crimson blood drips,
Ruining pure white feathers.
The celestial being falls to the Earth,
Or burns in the persimmon flames.
No more passion,
Love, or luck expressed.
Only guilt,
Hate, and anger,
Left to be read,
From in between the carmine lines.
No more happy yellows,
Greens, and purples.
All washed away,
By the flood of carnelian tears,
Running down the fallen angel's face.
No more warmth,
Or sweet embrace,
Only pain,
And sin,
Caused by one's own hands,
Leading them to the vermillion flames of their fate,
Where the Falu red Tempest awaits.