A flash of red,

Slightly more than dead.

A lock of gold,

Life like cards, he'd fold.

A clenched fist,

Plush, pink lips he'd kiss.

A single fallen tear,

Together, for many a year.

Loss of a sliver of hope,

Health decreasing like a downward slope.

Forever lost within himself,

A snap like a broken shelf.

Screams throughout the night,

Golden just gave up the fight.

Red was already dead,

And as Gold pled,

Red continued to shred.

And as Gold bled,

Red clipped the thread.

A bright blonde snippet,

A lovely new puppet.