Tale

For wherever she walked, there was blood.

It fell in tiny droplets upon the stones of the street

and soiled her shoes as she walked.

There were voices crying out for her and still she went on and on.

Everytime she looked back, they would weep blood.

It was a dark,dark night.

In the darkness, she left behind a trail of red.

When morning came, the red sparkled on the cobblestones.

And in the distance there was a fiery red glow where she lay.