Killing the Wine

Haven’t you heard

on December the 3rd

A bloody masquerade

White and red they did play

But a bottle broke and then two!!

Haven’t you heard we’re killing the wine

We don’t come here to dine

It’s a chaotic ball

Slashes all over the wall

Red and white did blend

Why won’t this ever end

The white spills first I didn’t mind

But oh the red! The feisty kind.

The blood red horror , carpet stained,

Oh I knew I should’ve refrained

But the body full, the taste so sweet

The red one knocked me off my feet

~E.s Ghost