"She is red. She is the blood dripping down a lionesses chin after a kill. She is the dress that catches your eye in a crowded room. She is fire, all consuming and great. She is hate and love at the same time. She is the lust for power that all evil men have. She is smeared lipstick after a fight She is red, and she destroys".
— 𝒜 𝒫𝑜𝑒𝓂 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑀𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑜𝑒.