Scarlet dress. Part I

Young girl put the scarlet dress,
Hid the shoulders dark velvet night
And it looked like a bird of paradise,
That sings songs in the dark.

Prettier in a just a moment,
Wearing a luxurious robe,
Embroidered ribbons, gold, stone peak,
But suddenly began to do their evil deeds.

Fatal beauty of intoxication seized her mind,
Whirled in a mad dance of excitement,
Stole the eternal dance of darkness
And showered dust of black game.

Braided hands lying like a snake,
Kissed the mouth of a poisonous land
Landed on the golden throne of hypocrisy,
Wearing a crown strange dimension.

And since then, the girl sitting on the blackthorn,
What sprinkled its misty blood of
Innocent victim - pain
And the wicked - body of lover.

Her face radiates beauty of lifeless,
Scarlet lips sprinkled with dew
With a brush of elephant bone,
That weighed no more than a pen in the summer.

Green eyes are burning passion,
Attracting the cavaliers, as the light of fire
Young and timid moth
But in the darkness and at the bottom and say:

"Flowers? Ah, thank you, milord!
A box of expensive chocolates?
Thank you, but no!
Who are you to be with me, dear Lord? "

Scarlet dress breaks hearts
With the help of the hands of his false king,
Plunges a knife from the back,
Not feeling in a severe fault.

To Intoxicate luxury of deception,
Filling your glass from the golden broth dope.
Of datura that grows from the heart of the maiden,
As if from a broken and slaughtered poultry.

Do not look, my lord, at this creature,
Do not kiss her rock, wet lips ...
Otherwise, you risk losing a prudent mind,
After waking from a heavy and bitter agony.

Look in her eyes empty
And you know that there is no life in them trace
Like treacherous artist whisked her brush to the canvas
And trampled as she stomped your desires night.