Red Lady

She's the elegant cliche of dangerous, foxy ladies/The way she drapes their body's gives them super powers to make men blind, crippled or crazy/ Red Lady- even when you stand alone, people can't help but stare at you/ Emotions overload- but you can't help what you do/ The ambassador of love- a star of their own holiday/ The crimson mistress who's a trophy to victors of sword art or gun play/ She's the rusted razor blade that can be the means to your end/ Stopped by words of you matter- from the red glossed lips of your girl or your friend/ A timeless classic who's been present before walking man/ Stories tell of your healing when you dripped from our Messiah's hands/ You are one- but your army of personalities are many/ Sweet and loving one minute-blink-then your anger's unhinging/ A never ending force and source of how we begin to in and exhale/ When you grow silent and cold- you bring the end of our life's tale/ I know you well and a magnificent teacher you've been/ Personifying the joy of life and love- then adorning caskets of family and friends/ Life, love and end - Red Lady, forever apart of me/ I beg you- stay please, cause if you leave- then I'll no longer be.