Crimson

In his eyes,

Sadness,

Of Ruby's demise.

Both,

Had the same colour.

From the splatter,

Of rose's first dew.

Till the down-town's,

Blistering view.

Those eyes,

Saw them all.

After all,

Who dare would propel

 A freak?

None,

They said.

The only word,

He never read.

Who knew?

Being smart,

Always got along, a price pay.

It never was easy,

For a wing or two.

To take a leap,

And roar back at you.

Well,

Unknown as it was;

For the last flight?

To leap all odds,

And

Let,

 Evens burn by side.

Who knew?

It was all a price play.

To let,

The page turn blue.

Dare you!

It was the same bird,

Known to me and you.

Turn the page,

Write a word or two,

Remember those years;

Which you both went through.

Who cared, then?

Who cares, now?

For the one,

Who always donned crown.

It never mattered, then.

But,

It matters,

Now.

For,

It never was a bird in cage.

But,

The one,

Along whom;

I walked around.