Scarlet Footprints

A woman clad in scarlet
Rose dripping from the sea
And as she walked along the shore,
Left footprints full of blood.

She passed silent through the town,
Unnoticed in the night,
The only trace she left was grief--
And footprints crimson-hued.

Few have ever seen her face,
And fewer understood
The visage of the woman
Whose footprints fill with blood.

For some, she smiles dazzingly,
And though they see her not,
They welcome her and do not note
The footprints that she leaves.

Sensing her, some try to run,
But even so, she finds them,
And smirks so chill they cannot see
The footprints in her wake.

There are some who seek her out;
It's they who have to see
A cruel, vacant, gorgeous face
And footprints that are red.