Blood on the Floor

The carpet sits
Pure and white
The light hits
An innocent sight

Then all a sudden
Fear and dread
A mighty thud
Deep, dark and red

The carpet bleeds
A blood that won’t drain
The perfect red
Has left its stain

Purity gone
Innocence lost
Left with pain
Counting the cost

Emergency measures
Taken to clean
Yet for all the effort
A loss of glean

The carpet will never
Be the same
Damage mitigated
But all in vain

The carpet’s lost
To one mistake
The blood red wine
A heart does break